May 29
Tbh: I miss my dead dog more than my dead dad. my sister once told me there not a day that goes by she doesnt think of our dad and truthfully i forget to remember, not much reminds me of him and as time has touched my wounds it has made them sting differently, more overtly. Im reminded of my him only in the lack but that dog was there. he was patient, he was caring, he let me hold him while i cried, that dog deserves much more of the mental space it takes to miss someone and i do. I think about him nearly everyday, regi you were truly the bestest boy โกโกโก
