Making Music

It’s cliche, but we were soulmates, love at first sight. We met, we danced, we made music. (You’d say I bit you, we flailed, we created cacophony.)

Was I too demanding? You were thin and haggard at the end, and I hate to think it was because of me. I still remember you fondly. Can you remember me, wherever you are? You were the brightest point of my day, shining like the sun. We were inseparable, you and I.

I can’t see colors — no dog can — but if I could, you’d be a rainbow. Squeak in peace, my departed toy.

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