I ache because my friends and my girlfriend are so far away, and because this house is so full of anger. I would want my puppy because he was comforting and company.
I ache because my puppy is not here. I want my puppy whenever I'm sad, really, and I'm sad because he's not here. The house feels empty.
I ache because my puppy is gone gone gone and death is not something I can even wrap my mind around.
I am in the habit of looking on the floor for my dog whenever I enter a room in this house. Every time I get up to move, I steel myself for the pain of not finding him. Then something catches my attention for a split second, and I keep walking, and I turn the corner or open the door and look for my buddy, and then...emptiness.
This house is a rough place to be this week.
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