I remember she was injured on the streets,
Howling as hard as a pup can,
She almost died, until I came,
Healed her, gave her a home.
Two months of love and fun,
She was more than a dog, more than a friend,
She was family, she was the meaning.
All of it ended when we had to give her away,
Months of crying and eventually accepting the truth.
She lived far away, without a home, screaming for us
But nobody helped her. She was transferred everywhere.
Soon enough she became a street dog, rough times,
I knew she missed me everyday, lord knows I did too,
Only if I could change something about this, only if…..
Yesterday she passed away, with nobody to help her in time,
Today I mourn the loss of my soul more than hers,
She comes in my mind every minute, with her gloomy eyes
Tilting her head, crying to me.
I know she doesn’t speak my language,
I know she can’t be real,
But I know she’s asking me “Why’d you let me live and kill me too?”
| I’m sorry , I always have been. This is on me and always will be. You deserve to live more than I ever will. Rest in peace cookie, I love you, always|