My dear Cocoma

She would walk, gallop like a pony follow me as a tail, everywher i walked and if i looked at her she would look back wag her tail, as me to lift her up to me we had named her so many things every 5 minutes of my life she would get a new name She would respond to every call fight for her space between my feet to sleep she would put me to sleep on the restless of nights she would stop me from waking up early Each time i would get ready to go to work she would hate it Days have gone by when we would sleep all day with her at my right chest the left occupied by my wife She was so alive I would always ask her "Why are you so cute?" She finally answered it yesterday She was so cute because she was me And Whne i buried her, i buried myself I put a picture of me beside her body So that if she wakes up from a nightmare in her eternal sleep She would look at my picture and sleep Knowing that I care for her And that I am with her Forever. We slept at 10 last night I woke up at 5 Am, awakened by the cries of her father An old 16 year old frail dog , that is unable to walk He still searched limping on the three ones that work Its not even a day since she parted but the day feels like a year already