#kilo

When I make a point to be straight with you then

In lieu of the innuendo, in the end, know my intent though

I Brazilian wax poetic, so pathetically

I don't wanna beat around the bush

A week ago we said goodbye to our boy Kilo. I've never loved a dog like I loved him. He was my constant companion, my little shadow. I miss kissing his little peanut head, right between his sweet brown eyes. I miss our morning routine, how he'd post up outside the kitchen waiting for his après-poop cookie (duck jerky was his favorite). I miss how he'd "talk" all agitated when we'd rile him up before a walk, spinning and tippy-tapping and sneezing. He would get jealous and whine-growl when J and I hugged each other, so we would scoop him by his front legs and make a Kilo sandwich.

The day after he passed, I dreamed of him, healthy and happy, prancing and smiling his big goofy grin, like he was saying, "I'm okay now!"

You should put Prologue to Phyresis in your funny little Kilo deck. For enrichment 《:3