She'd always come running when I called. That one girl I relied on throughout the toughest of times. I couldn't imagine a day without her. Beautiful tawny eyes that stared at me with loyal knowing. Full of wisdom and life. I'll never forget her.

The tousled mane of golden locks always framed her just right when I saw her. She looked delightful, so happy and bursting with youthful energy. Her smile lit up my world, my lonely, oh so lonely world.

There was no one else around me, but for her... My dearest friend. I look at her now and I just see the gray. Sadness and gray. It's the gray of death, and the words of passing. It's raining. It always rains when she's sad. It's been three weeks since the accident, and I'll never forgive myself so long as I live. It's my fault.

If only I would have just put her on her leash this one time, she wouldn't have gotten hit by the car.

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Asharai (joined over 8 years ago)
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It does not matter
what I was.
It is of no consequence
because-
I am not a "was"
a "were"
a "has been".
I am a "here"
a "now",
I exist in the "present".
All that matters is
here and now.
All that matters is
you know, somehow.
Not who I was,
or could have been,
That I am now
is what I offer Man.
-WindyWolf

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She'd always come running when I called.
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