It's been more than a month now and I thought I could write this without crying. Who am I kidding? I still cry, every day.
14 years. More than half my life. No one has ever been this close to me.
14 years. More than half my life. Still, I feel it wasn’t enough.
You were with me in all the important moments – the good and the bad. You were there in the silly moments, those moments with nothing to make us feel happy but to be together. You were there while I was growing up. You were there when nobody else was.
I was still a child when I took you from that horrible kennel. It was the best thing I’ve ever done with my life. Often I feel it was the only one.
Now you left my already a woman, although crying like a baby. I no longer have a best friend, that so high school thing. You were my best friend. And I only realize that now.
You danced with me my favorite songs – I danced, you bit my feet. We went to the beach, to the countryside, to the mountains. Everybody in the streets would talk to you – you were just nice. We spent hours together walking around, exploring this city where every corner reminds me of you. You barked at all my boyfriends. I wish you still did.
Now the birds in the backyard are getting cheeky. They know that you won’t be running from inside the house to chase them away. They know you are not here anymore. I don’t. I still expect to hear your nails against the wood floor when you come back inside to meet me.
I knew you had to go. I just didn’t want to make that awful decision. Only you knew me well enough to know I could not bare to live with that decision. And you were my friend untill the end. Thank you.