cujo
there are some things that we know intellectually, but never understand truly until it touches us.
death and loss are painful. this we understand as a fact. to lose something we care about hurts. we learn this as an abstract thought early on. but we never truthfully understand its depths until we have experienced the loss of something we hold dear.
i lost my best friend, my truest companion, a part of my heart, half of my soul. nothing will ever be as painful or as terrifying as watching her die.
i can't even begin to quantify what she meant to me. i will always love her more than anything. she is a part of me.
i could dress it up with all the pretty words i know, wrap it all within the most eloquent prose ever to exist, but all it comes down to is;
i miss my dog.
"as nightfall in winter that comes without a star...."
death and loss are painful. this we understand as a fact. to lose something we care about hurts. we learn this as an abstract thought early on. but we never truthfully understand its depths until we have experienced the loss of something we hold dear.
i lost my best friend, my truest companion, a part of my heart, half of my soul. nothing will ever be as painful or as terrifying as watching her die.
i can't even begin to quantify what she meant to me. i will always love her more than anything. she is a part of me.
i could dress it up with all the pretty words i know, wrap it all within the most eloquent prose ever to exist, but all it comes down to is;
i miss my dog.
"as nightfall in winter that comes without a star...."