Mutt

Molly tonight is one of the many nights where I miss you. I’m trying to write about the times you were there for me, but it pains me to say that I don’t remember them all. I don’t remember a lot of you and that’s hard. I do remember the one last dream you visited of mine. I was walking in a forest calling your name and there you were, racing to see me. I looked at you and you looked so happy and healthy, like the cancer that took over your lungs never existed. I could tell you were playing from the wag of your tail and the sound of your painting. You looked at me with love but I felt I had somehow interrupted something, like I was looking for you but you weren’t for me. I smiled softly and said “goodbye molly” and you ran back into that forest to play with your friends. That dream was years ago, and my grief has gotten better. However, there are some nights like tonight when I lay with Maisie (just adopted her last year I think you two would have gotten along) and I think about you. Until we meet again, love you Molly. As I copied and pasted this from my notes the only word that would appear was your name, thaink you.

I fucking hate having to post on every social (even though I only have two lmao) to get my art out there like I don’t want to do this shit let me just make my shit and have fun. I EVEN HAVE TO PUT TAGS ON HERE TO GET MORE ATTENTION EVEN THO I JUST SAID I HATE DOING IT