The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.