 Butler on my shoulder 1 year before she left me. My friend Joe cut me off but got her.
I do not know how to be one. I do not know how to be without you.
To this day I put fresh water and dry food in your dishes.
I blow dry you each Friday to keep the dust from your fur.
I put our song "Up Where We Belong" on this page Butler. It was what we listened to everytime we hang glided. The wind in my ears, this song playing. You looking all around and nudging my chin. Me talking to you and you mewing then a kiss for Mom. Among the clouds, the birds just us 2. It's always been just us.
It is our time. Alone time always. Doing what I have always done. What I was honored to do. Take care of you. You take care of me still with every stroke I take of your fur. You were my world... you still are. I do not know how to be just one. We are a packaged deal . |
