by Joshua Schwirian
My baby boy's and my memories
I don't think of it until I walk in the door and he's not there to greet me with his puppy hugs and kisses. Or until I don't have to worry about him chewing up my shoes. But I would give up everything to have him back. I would rather wear chewed up shoes and lose all my every day commodities.
Nothing is better than him. He was the most innocent, loving, playful puppy I've ever seen. Him gone has impacted me more than I can even imagine. I pray to god to let me see him one more time but only I know that I would keep asking, one more time, one more time, but it wouldn't be enough to say goodbye, no time would be enough to say good bye.
I look out the windows, hoping I will just see him standing there. I look in all his usual spots, to find nothing but a mere memory of what once used to be and still is in my heart.
He might just be a dog, my dog. But he truly is Man's best friend. I would give nothing to have had it any different.