He tried to find my heartbeat last night (and I guess that means that it's happened again). But he couldn't, so he asked me if I had a heart. I didn't know the answer.
I feel cold thinking about Sparky, but I don't think I've come to terms with the fact that I truly will never see him again.
I told him I was afraid and he asked of what and I said everything.
Later, he told me I was stunning but I just shook my head and whispered he was lovely.
His skin was soft and I fell asleep next to him and I hate the fact that I always leave, sneaking out before it's late enough to be a walk of shame.
I couldn't sleep in my own bed because it felt empty.
I miss my dog.
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