The Aftermath

Dear Ashley,

It's been one day since I heard of your passing. The pain's still there, everpresent. I feel it everytime I see the corner where you used to lie down on, or your collar that now dangles from the gate, or your empty food dish.

I've been crying buckets since yesterday. It really hurts. I miss you so much.

I miss your "smile" (they say dogs don't smile, but you certainly did) and I miss your soulful eyes. I miss the way you used to caress my face with your own, and I miss the way you'd raise your paw to shake mine whenever I'd be sad. I miss the way your hips would waggle whenever you walked because of your cute waistline. I miss the way you'd bark to signal our arrival even before we got around to honking our car horn. I miss the way you'd lap up your water because there was something rhythmical about it. I miss the way you used to run after cats at the mention of the word "cat". I miss the way your eyes would light up everytime I'd toss bread your way and I miss the way you would jump up to catch the pieces of bread. I miss the way you'd lick me all over after everytime I said, "Ashie! Kissey!"

I really miss you, Ash.

But I'll continue this later, okay? I gotta go to the park and play Bingo for some neighborhood event. It'll be hard to see the park, knowing you loved romping around there.

Love you, Ash.