How.
Even after two years, one cannot fathom how people can ever have a dog. Sometimes I think I would love to have a big white poodle to keep me company when Im an adult, but I know, no matter what, I'll always see her; I'll always feel her. She was only four and ten days; most dogs live three times that. Yet I've missed her every day of my life for two years. How could I do it? Ultimately, I'd cry tears over someone else; there's only one my precious tears are reserved for: the Snowsephine. (And onions). I'll never not miss her; I've just learned to live without her. Fragments of memories fade continually, but I will never forget. Are you really here or am I dreaming I can’t tell dreams from truth For it’s been so long since I have seen you I can hardly remember your face anymore When I get really lonely and the distance causes only silence I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs.