nhiNg_cutE’s BLOG

I came to read this piece and somehow… that’s exactly how I feel now.

I look at an empty pen that was once filled with a healthy, vibrant being;
One who managed to run and leap from one end to the other in minutes,
Splashing through the water and crashing through the trees,
Splattering mud and joyful noise in the process.

The pen had seemed so small as he filled it with his exuberance,
And we added our laughter at his antics.
Now it seems so big and quiet and lonely . . . and empty.
I stare at an empty dish that I once filled with food
To give back to the loving creature that gave me so much laughter, joy, comfort,
And unconditional love.
The morsels I fed his body paled in comparison
To the sustenance he gave my soul.
Now, with no mouth to feed, the dish remains empty,
As does the part of my soul that he fed.
I feel an empty heart,
Or least the big empty hole in it that he once filled.
When he died, a part of me died with him.
I miss not only him, but that part of me.
I only hope that a part of him lives on in me;
The joy, the exuberance, the love of life’s simple pleasures;
The ability to give comfort and unconditional love to those who hurt,
Or who have just had a rotten day.
An empty pen, an empty dish, an empty heart.
“He was only a dog”, some say.
Yet, no human ever leaped for joy at the mere sight of me
Or sound of my voice.
No human has given me so much,
And asked so little in return.
Few people I’ve known have filled me so much,
Or been missed so much.

… and I don’t like it to stay forever.