On grief, the loss of a, beloved, pet, how the memories of those furry ones we had, still, stayed, long after they'd been, gone…the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…
His Dog Died,
With His House, Filled with, His Scent
And, Memories,
illustration of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com
He'd Climbed to the Roof, Basking in the Sorrows of What He'd, Lost,
Because He Worried, that If He'd Cried Aloud at Home,
His Doggy Would Definitely, Hear Him…………………
And so, this is, at the beginning of death, when something you love was, taken from you, and you're only, starting to, grieve for the love you'd lost, the memories you'd saved, and, because this loss only, recently happened, that's why, when you think about that beloved doggy, you would, cry, and, it's going to take a bit, for you, to finally, let go of the loss of this, beloved dog that you'd had, for a long, long time…
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