I miss my ladybug.
I remember waking up several times last night hearing the dog breath thinking “I wish that was my babydoll”
I knew it wasn’t you but I wanted it to be.
I always wake up and her side is nice and neat, never messy. I never need to make her side of the bed.
I will need to change the way I put the sheets on the bed, or the sheets will only wear on one side.
I wish I could still be taking care of my true love.
Holding her. Lifting her. Helping her eat, drink, walk, sit, talk.
I love you sweet girl. I miss you, soulmate.
I will meet you on the patio.
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