my dog’s death

I lost my dog as recently as a week ago.

He took away with him the brotherhood that he gave me for 13 years.

What’s more, the thing that had not even the slightest mercy as it stripped him off from the face of the world all of a sudden was brain cancer: Nothing preventable, nothing foreseeable.

However, it was interesting to see how I am not feeling as devastated in his absence as much as I thought I would in his presence.

Instead, I’m commemorating the love and light he gave me with ease and grace, rather than resisting what had happened;

Resisting it as if I can use my inept humanness to revive him from death.

I realized how I feel the most upset and miserable when I’m thinking what he would be doing if he were here with me right now;

when I’m pausing and giving the mental effort to delve on the past,

remember how he’d act in his unique particular ways that never failed to fill me with devotion and love.

Yet now, I am too occupied, too engrossed with the present that I leave the already cherished memories and moments with him in the past where they belong.

Now, all I got to cherish is what’s left of him within me: his love.

I realized that we create pain by resisting the present moment;

I realized that the more you overlook the immortal love that a mortal loved one gave you, you will be creating pain for yourself.

So let them go and release the present moment from the pain of yesterday.

You can.

Thank you and rest easy, Karamel <3