to chainsaw
gaia preformed her little dance for all to see just how cute she can be.
and then it happened-
she fell while piruetting for her cookie.
and maybe it was the embarrassment of the event but she has hung up her dancing shoes now.
she only stands at attention now for those treats,
and it is my concern that she has now become as old as her doggy daddy has.
as i am now a bespectacled gentleman, allegedly needing glasses for sight,
not fully believing it as of yet.
but i think
her k9 parents have long since passed im sure
and i only wonder at the age of 12
how much longer do i have the pleasure of her company?
how much longer do i expect her to be a puppy in a coat of ever growing gray?
and it pains me to think that the broken heart tattoo that covers the inside
of my bicep is really for her
and that i just happened to get it early in advance of such emotional devastation.
i wonder these things,
and i look at that fat fuck of a cat
little chainsaw
with no malicious bone in her little body
and i think to myself-
dear god am i gonna resent you when gaia is gone.
5 years.
all i ask is 5 more years.
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20 July, 2007
the hardest things to feel
when the warm spot on your bed will no longer be warmed by that small body.
when the tears will dry themselves and the anger and joy fade away
without the support of the wordless one, who'd purr in understanding.
alone again as the hurt seeps in,
gone the small comforts that many may just never understand.
stable and true even in their independence,
yet seemingly always there when needed.
the romantic part of me would like to say
that id see you again someday.
but i shall go on for quite sometime
with only a memory.
and however many years will pass, there will always be my tears for you,
oh perfect one no longer by my side.
now you are free
free to be
one with all the world
to see.
be happy now
for my tear will show
how much you meant to me.
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