This is in tribute to my two pet dogs, one of whom died about a year ago, the other a few months beforehand.
I loved them both very much. They had been with me since I was four years old.
Those two best friends
Of all my friends,
who were not related by blood,
you were the only ones who stayed with me.
You were always there for me in my childhood,
though I became distant as I grew into adolescence,
but you remained children throughout.
Why did I cry when you departed?
Would you have cried, if you could?
Did you know your fate?
Did you look forward to a better place?
Or fear torment, or oblivion?
In childhood, I talked to you because I thought you understood,
in adolescence, I talked to you because I knew you couldn't,
but you always listened, faithfully.
Why did I cry when you departed?
Would you have cried, if you could?
What did you feel, as death drew near?
Did you accept your pain?
Or did you long for its end?
As a child, I played with you like I would a toy,
As a teenager, I played with you to make the most of your time,
but you were always happy, whatever happened.
Why did I cry when you departed?
Would you have cried, if you could?
Did you know what death was?
Did you believe in a hereafter?
Or were you convinced of the end?
In body, you are gone now,
you have become food for the creatures of the ground,
so, in a sense, your deaths were not in vain.
But your greatest act, my friends,
was creating me.
The butterfly flaps its wings for but a day,
but the vibrations it creates can affect eternity.
