Today, I was walking outside. I was free from complications, and it was bliss. As I walked around the yard
aimlessly, I thought of my childhood. Crystal clear images, of late nights by the fire, new years spent playing monoply,
happiness. It was nice, I want it back really. I've lost so mcuh since then, best friends, closeness with my family, and
all together I lost myself. 
 
I walked back into our woods, and saw my dog's grave marker. I realized I miss her alot, she was always there and I
never respected the fact that she could never hurt me. I took for granted her presence, thinking she would always be
there. I'm really selfish that way.

I still remember how she died, she was sick. She was usually coughing stuff up. I was in the barn, with my pigs. My mom
can out into the barn and all it took was for her to say my name and I sat down and cried. I knew my dog was gone.
Looking back I know, I know she was my best friend. Pathetic, but so true. 


I was 4, such a face of innocence.