A Letter to Shem
By Deborah Agube
If I could turn back the hands of the clock, I’d start my childhood with the day you came into my life looking at your fragile, soft body curled up like a little ball of fur and staring into your big brown eyes. At the glimpse of your beauty I could tell that we were going to be best friends for a long time.
With the white line we called wisdom running down your long face to your ever-cold nose, that you stuck everywhere possible. Twisting and turning your waist like a dog with pride. Licking the tears off my face when I lost myself and saving me from the long nights and boring slow days. I loved the way you grew on us and became part of everything that was. Leaving the longest trail of awesomeness in our hearts as you barked your way through to protecting us.
Teaching our hearts the true meaning of love and care. Reminding us to take one more step each time life was falling apart and smile because you still loved us. Playing games like we were the same breed of creatures walking on this earth as I never had to be afraid because I knew no matter what you had my back and every night before I went to bed you would cuddle by me and make me feel the true meaning of safety.
They say if you love something you should let it go and it just might come back to say goodbye. I guess we loved each other long enough for you to teach more people how to love too. The day we said goodbye to your perfect paws and long fluffy tail was the first day I lost a piece of me because I knew a piece of my love had become so many pieces of memories that would be locked up in a crest to never be forgotten. I miss the best-est. friend I ever had.
PS. I love you so very much
For the greater part of the seventeen years of my existence I have lived most of my life in my imaginations and deep thought and I learnt to express my emotions and thoughts through writing. Most times I just really feel like I should try new things and I like to believe that its courage but with it all writing is one of my best ways to reaching out to reality and face a world I could actually see when my eyes are open. I wrote about my dog because I woke up this morning and realized that I miss him so much.