14/05/2025
When I Am Gone
When I am gone, do not fear my memory.
Do not be afraid to speak my name or look through old photographs of our time together.
Do not be scared to watch videos where you can hear my barks and see me playing.
Do not be wary of visiting my favorite parks or walking our usual paths.
I know it will hurt. Those memories will remind you that I am gone.
They will pierce your heart like a sharp blade, leaving an open, raw wound.
The silence of the house will echo with my absence,
and the empty space beside you will feel heavier than ever.
But with time, the pain will soften, and the wound will heal.
And those memories will remind you that I was here.
That I lived. That I loved you with every beat of my heart.
Do not reduce my life to my absence.
Speak my name, remember my bark, cherish our walks and favorite moments.
Because that’s how I can stay alive a little.
Right here with you, in your heart, where I’ll always belong.
Even though I’m gone, I’m not truly gone—
I’m in the rustle of leaves on our favorite trail,
in the warmth of the sun on your face,
and in the quiet moments when you feel me near.
I’ll always be with you, just a thought away.
Until we meet again, my love remains. 🧡 🐾