The day was cold, the breeze was smooth. I had just gotten home from school. I let you go out to play, like you do. 30 minutes had passed, you still weren't home, and I thought nothing of it, because you always liked to go way. Then, my parents left, said it was an emergency, but they didn't go far. Another 30 minutes passed, and my father rushed in, with more emotion in his face than I had ever seen before. He broke the news to me, and I didn't know what to do. All I could do was fall into his arms, and cry, and cry, and cry.
I couldn't believe it. I thought he was lying, maybe they got it wrong, but it was true. You were gone, and I couldn't do anything about it. I locked myself in my room for hours, and I ignored everyone, even my friends. I was being bombarded with texts and calls from my sister, but they all went unanswered. The sun was setting, the night was slipping through, and the breeze was getting harsher.
I had finally seen you, it looked as if you were sleeping peacefully. Your body was still warm as I hugged you and held you, and your fur was just as gold. I had turned you over, and seen what happened. A knock on the head, one that only something big could do. Something only someone so careless could just ignore. Soon, the land was fully dark, and the breeze had turned into a large gust, and I knew you were truly gone.
We knew only to bury you. I had wrapped you into a blanket, to keep you warm in the afterlife. I grabbed a spade and made a nice spot, where the soil was soft and warm. We placed you down, and got your favourite things. Your bowl, Your collar, your favourite toy and your favourite food. I began to refill the hole, and I took one more final look at you, knowing I would never see you again.
It has been well over a year, and I still think of you, almost every day. I go the odd time and have a chat with you and leave some flowers at your grave. You are gone, but you will never be gone in my heart. I will always call you my best friend. I hope your soul lives on, somewhere better than this cruel land we call the Earth.
By some sort of strange coincidence, this blog was posted today--exactly 3 years to the day after my mom passed away. (Hopefully both her and Oscar are in Heaven RN, though.)
@CdogYEET
02 May 2025 14:48
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i'm sure they are
@Draconid_Jo
02 May 2025 15:17
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