My dear Olive

Updated: Jan 12

Olive, my dog, passed away in 2014.

My dear Olive, how deeply does it have to hurt when missing you is all I can do... I smile, I laugh but all I truly want is to have you back. Everyday, I wait for you to come back. I must be insane to even think for a second that coming back to me is even possible. Wherever you are today cannot be heaven because heaven was when I had you in my arms. I love you so much and it hurts. You left me - you were plucked out of my life just like my heart was plucked out of my body, leaving me drowning in tears that won't seem to end. Your absence is like cancer, eating me up little by little.

I would often tease you of how much I wanted you to be my pocket doggy just so that I could take you with me wherever I went, but a teacup doggy you were not. Now, I can do just that, for inside my pocket is a little bag with you in it and your pretty name etched in gold.


Boring people ridicule the strange

and unusual.  I, myself, am strange and unusual.  Don't judge what you cannot comprehend.


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