I think about you any time i'm sad,
And end up wondering if you enjoyed the life you had.
Did i take good care of you?
In your life did you have a good time?
Did you know that i loved you?
Did you want to be mine?
I sit and wonder about the sparkle i saw in your eyes,
when i scratched you in that special place right behind your ear.
I talk to your picture sometimes,
and really hope you can hear.
I cry sometimes when i think about you,
smiling your toothy grin.
i see the laughter in your eyes,
in the tug-o'-wars we had that you would always win.
I love you Socks,
with all my heart.
It hearts me inside,
being apart.
I miss you Socks,
with your fluffy white paws.
You made my life complete.
For that you really deserve some applause,
I'm sure, one day, again we'll meet.
Dearest Socks,
I know it's not very good, but i didn't change the message so it would rhyme with big fancy words that make in sound professional. You made me un-afraid of dogs with your gentle rhythmic licking of my hand, and your playful bound across the backyard. You were amazing. You lived a long life for a dog, you were 14 when you died, born the same day i was but one year earlier. it's like we were meant to be together. I hope you don't mind, but i drew you when you were 14, i know the markings are off form when you were young because they started to fade as you aged, but this is what you looked like when i saw you last.
I'll never forget you, and i'm sorry i never got to see you in your last breaths of life. It will haunt me forever that i never got to have any proper good-byes.
I...i can't type any longer, i can't see the keys through my watery eyes.