I believe that you were killed,
even if it wasn't murder by the book...

I was never Daddy's little Princess,
you were never Mummy's little Prince...

How could I have known
that you would never be back home again...

Preparing for the breakdown
became crashing waves in the way...

The shadowy gift of tears returns
to touch the abyss that has become my heart...

I know I lost her long ago,
but my memory is forgetting nothing...

Deep secrets become reopened
as blood releases pent up pain...

A whispering kiss
lands inside my gloomy heart...

I know I will soon be eleven,
and my bones are growing weak...

My trainer cuddled into me,
as she poured her heart into my fur...

My visit didn't last long,
and I was re-homed within the month...

The kennel staff were so upset
to see me be returned...