I can not even talk about you and your eleven months on our side. At home we are all wrong and try to throw the business to fill the void we feel.
I have yet to process the guilt for having dropped in a place unfamiliar to you and you escape. I still remember holding the legs. Like when running after you screaming your name, I heard the horrible noise Your little body hitting the car and I had to sit on the floor.
You were not in our neighborhood street but were also of all because all you wanted, especially the sick and the elderly. It was impossible not to. So today I dedicate this song to you, my dog.
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