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ODE TO MY DOG- ROCCO-RIP
1st September 2013- 2nd October 2025
My thoughts trigger my tears, my emotions, and this deep grief.
I am alone—because you are gone. My Boy, my love, my muse, a constant source of love and inspiration, always at my side.
The emotions come in waves — peaks and valleys.
I stand in the kitchen, and your eyes are no longer watch me. I wonder what you’re looking at now.
Our time together was limited—twelve beautiful years. Every moment with you was precious.
And now, every moment with Abby will be, too.
Your pain didn’t scream, but the thought of your pain does. The body feels it, even when pain has no voice. So we give pain a voice—and when we do, we can finally scream.
I never knew how long we’d have, but I tried to be present, to self-soothe, to accept that life is this way—tender, unpredictable, unfair at times.
How can I be brave without you?
My life was rich because you were in it.
It may have been short, but for you, it was enough.
You gave me your best, and I gave mine to you.
Truth is fragile—it slips and it clings.
One breath is here; the next is gone.
So I remind myself: breathe with every breath, because the last one is forever.
Love hopes it will last forever—but forever doesn’t last.
Sadness, though... stays.
But here I sit, and this is the truth:
The emptiness feels full. The silence, deafening.
Time keeps moving, sometimes too fast.
Maybe the tears will dry one day—maybe they won’t.
For now, they flow, and I let them.
It doesn’t matter that my face is streaked black with mascara.
It doesn’t matter that I grieve, quietly and alone.
I still see this world—but you don’t.
So look down from your heaven, my boy, and see my tears for you.
Your pain is gone now. Mine lingers.
But that’s okay.
That’s love.
1st September 2013- 2nd October 2025
My thoughts trigger my tears, my emotions, and this deep grief.
I am alone—because you are gone. My Boy, my love, my muse, a constant source of love and inspiration, always at my side.
The emotions come in waves — peaks and valleys.
I stand in the kitchen, and your eyes are no longer watch me. I wonder what you’re looking at now.
Our time together was limited—twelve beautiful years. Every moment with you was precious.
And now, every moment with Abby will be, too.
Your pain didn’t scream, but the thought of your pain does. The body feels it, even when pain has no voice. So we give pain a voice—and when we do, we can finally scream.
I never knew how long we’d have, but I tried to be present, to self-soothe, to accept that life is this way—tender, unpredictable, unfair at times.
How can I be brave without you?
My life was rich because you were in it.
It may have been short, but for you, it was enough.
You gave me your best, and I gave mine to you.
Truth is fragile—it slips and it clings.
One breath is here; the next is gone.
So I remind myself: breathe with every breath, because the last one is forever.
Love hopes it will last forever—but forever doesn’t last.
Sadness, though... stays.
But here I sit, and this is the truth:
The emptiness feels full. The silence, deafening.
Time keeps moving, sometimes too fast.
Maybe the tears will dry one day—maybe they won’t.
For now, they flow, and I let them.
It doesn’t matter that my face is streaked black with mascara.
It doesn’t matter that I grieve, quietly and alone.
I still see this world—but you don’t.
So look down from your heaven, my boy, and see my tears for you.
Your pain is gone now. Mine lingers.
But that’s okay.
That’s love.
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