I’ve been looking all over for this for weeks now and resigned to the active task, hoping that one day I would just happen upon it.
But it’s been poison to my heart, feeling like I didn’t have a single piece of you left with me. Wondering where this one thing is, why I couldn’t find it. Why things could be so cruel to take every single piece of you from me.
Until dad found it today. And I think he understands what it means to me.
I don’t think some people understand. They’ll say you were just a dog, just a pet. But there’s a reason why I always said you were a person.
I am forced to accept things I don’t want to, big guy. And it’s still hard for me to. I’m 24. I’m an adult. Things should pass easier - but I’ve always had a problem with that. Life goes on, but no one ever talks about the part where that in itself can be so heartbreaking.
But having this one thing might make it easier to stand.