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My dog run away, and I cannot give him my time. I am numb, he has been gone. I shed my tears. However i accept. I hope the best for him. I want him to be happy. I know with me he wasn’t. My family would constantly lock him up. I didn’t have much time to give. I worked and went to school. I never took him to the dog park. I know someday we will be reunited. I do miss him, and am sensitive talking about his. This made me a stronger person. I now know what its like to loose something important. He was my life. “if he dies, i will die” I would say. I know he is happy, he is never gone in spirit. Always there. I love him, and wont love anything as much, except god, who is taking care of him. Now all i can do is honor him and hold on to the good memories we shared because i don’t know when i will see him again or how he will be the next time i see him. I love him too much to say it calmly.
