My beautiful little Dakota died yesterday. She was 12 years old and my best friend in the whole world.
‘the thundering of your feet across the living room in the morning
the crash of your bowl when you throw it into the wall to get our attention
the little snores when you’re deep asleep
the crunch of pellets when you chew next to my ear
the excited snorting when you smelled dinner
when you would run laps around the house
when I’d wake up and find you on my bed
when you would laze around in the sun for hours
when I’d be in your way and you’d push me hard with your nose
now there is no one to greet in the morning
no one to brush on the weekends
no one to cut an extra slice of banana for
a part of me has died with you.’
by emibunnnn