1:32 p.m. - 2005-07-26
kharma
The heat was too much
your heart was too small
and your damn coat was
much too thick.
My favorite memory of you was when you jump as high as you could over the tall weeds in my backyard. the excitement in your eyes and the sight of your soft, brown ears flopping up and down with each hop blew a liberating breeze of love and happiness into my mouth. I swallowed it down and it spread through out my skin, bones and blood. Thanks for that feeling. Maybe in your next life you'll have wings and you'll reside where ever your body finds the temperature to be most comfortable. I'm sorry for my loss and i partially blame myself, but when i think of your little tale and the lump of fur under your little chin, i feel how much i love you and don't you worry, even though you're gone I promise i will never stop.
