When does the pain cease?
Does it ever go away?
I see pictures of you and I still cry.
I know looking at your picture doesn't bring you back.
I know it's silly trying to stroke your head through the photographs.

Some days, I just like to close my eyes and picture you curled up behind the crunch.
Chewing your bone.
Begging for food.
Bounding up to me happily whenever I come over.

People who say you're just a dog don't understand.
They never will.

Are you doing well there?
Is there plenty of food?
Are you friends with Wah Wah up there?
If you see him, could you tell him that I miss him very much?

Tyson ah,
I miss you.
We all do.