Saturday, November 19, 2011
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
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