It was eleven years ago, when I started my next life
We had bought our first home
I was more boy than man, but I didn’t know it
I thought I could do everything, and proceeded to try
We found a dog. Just a puppy. My dog.
Black fur, grey eyes, warm eyes.
He rode home on a blue blanket in her lap
I think she fell in love with him too
I played with him in the cold garage
We spent time together, the three of us, my next family
He helped around the yard, raking leaves and building
snowmen
He was dirty and happy and I loved him.
When Brandon was
born, after so much worry, he was sick.
Not seriously, but new parents, scared parents don’t know
Ambulances are not meant for a 1 day old baby.
Especially at 2 am .
I thought about a lot of things. My parents. Their strength.
My life; my wife; my baby. I tried to be strong.
I sat in the garage, and I told you of my fears.
I cried, and you licked the tears from my face.
You made me smile when I didn’t think I could.
When Brandon
came home, the two met.
I flashed forward to the boy he would become
At how lucky you both were to have each other.
Built in best friends. A boy and his dog.
You both sat on the sidelines at my soccer games.
I saw the two of you grow together.
I saw you playing together. Becoming friends.
I saw you talking to him when you were upset.
I remember you taking him for a walk on your own for the
first time
He was so strong that he pulled you off of your feet.
You were never afraid of him, and you never mistreated him.
You sat together in his house, and he licked your face all
over
He wouldn’t stop, and you laughed until you cried.
He is tied into my memories of your childhood.
You found him. Shovel to earth, I laid him to rest.
Tonight we talked.
Shared our memories and shed our tears.
Tonight, you wiped the tears from my eyes.