I wake up every morning, and start to get up to let Ewok out, but then remember he's not here. When I come home and expect to see him greet me by the door, I walk in to an emptyness. It's so hard. I got him when I was 14, and I'm now 31, so he's been a huge part of my life. Anyways, here's a pic of him, and the pic underneath of him is a pic of Krissy, our other dog who passed away a couple years ago. They were really tight, and hope that someday if I find the right woman for me, that I have the relationship like Krissy and Ewok. Under the pics will be a poem I wrote for Krissy about a year and a half after she passed.


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''I Didn't Get To Say Goodbye"
Maybe if I would have known, you would still be here. I try and tell myself that your still here with me, but guilt reminds me of that time passed. In times of my tears, you were there with your resonating light. Now I’m here, with a piece of you missing in my life. I thought I understood things when you were here, but now your gone, and loneliness has made me ignorant to what once was
Words that should have been said, linger within the guilt of my regrets.
I still think of you, to this day, but I can’t go back.
There are times, I feel you, but your not here.
There are times the loneliness pulls me down
But when I grasp the memory of you in my mind,
And it feels like your right here with me.
But then I open my eyes and realize,
I didn’t get to say goodbye.
If I could look in your eyes, one more time and bring these feelings to words, maybe I wouldn’t feel the shame of your abandonment. Maybe the guilt would die, fading away into nothingness. But your not here anymore, and try as hard as I may, you won’t ever be coming back.