Ride it like you Stole it - Réjane Rey

Doggy, I miss you. Because 15 years ago, in the head of a child, I was imagining that you would never leave. Misadventures, there were quite some. Moments of fear also... fear of having lost you, of not seeing you coming back to me, of losing you on the table, of hearing bad news... But there was no moment of doubt about our love or the power that we had together. As I always told you not to worry, that I would love you for the rest of my life, you're still an actor in some of my dreams. Now that you're gone, I can't seem to forget about you. And everytime I cry alone, I wonder why the hell you went away... because you would never talk, ask questions or give lousy advice... you would just be here, in my arms, not having a clue of what's going on. But your soft fur was enough, your big head over my shoulder, your doggy smell or this perfect spot between your snout and forehead where I could just lean my nose. You have been way more than just a dog... When I was young, i