Your Pet Loss Diaries

'Kaelee & Sir Nikkilas Alexander'

Searching For My Dog's Head

Nov 12, 2010

by Kaelee
(Philadelphia, Pa, U.S.)

"A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way."

My hand is searching for his head. If I could just touch his fur everything would be okay. Any time I cried, he'd always be there for me and allowed me to cry into his fur to dry my tears. I just don't know how to deal with the one person or animal that could help me is gone.

I just want to see his smile, a smile that will tell me everything's going to okay and that I have nothing to cry about because he is there. All I need, all I ever needed was him. He filled a hole in my life, my heart, I'm not going to get back.