What are you? What are you? I can smell your poop from the last walk. I love you that you weren't ashamed. I'm sorry I swatted you once. I don't know if I can ever find a replacement for you. What about tears streaming as I lose interest in life without you.
I loved how staid and solid you were despite discord such as on the airplane or how much you enjoyed my brother's waterbed when no one else will or does including myself. Remember Frodo?
If I had you when I was growing up, we had this yard with this rock in it as well as a tire swing. Maybe it would have kept me still versus moping in the closet like how I shoved you into your kennel. And how you knew to go in it except that I could not see your face just your paws.
And how you needed to move and I was your woman except again you hid your face in the desk. Soph, I'm afraid that there's a place no one will ever get to me again. I don't know that I can change my thoughts like I did around you. It gave/you gave me a break from myself yet some would begrudge. Yet, we stood firm. Remember Lina and the Cheetos or Joyce and the Twinkies. What do I do with the Milkbones? These are like wedding vows. Till death do us part. Please help me mend myself. Remember how you would come near me sewing. My stomach feels unhappy.