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Doggy : Pain is harder to ease now that you've gone away.

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, in so many moments, you were everything I was missing : company, brothers or sisters... you could have filled huge emptiness. Through life, you would never show disappointment towards the fact that I was growing into someone different, someone less available, someone less soppy around you. You would just know even through my screaming that I would always have time to LOVE you. You knew that I was afraid of losing you if forgetting to come close to you every single night before sleep, no matter time, to whisper to your ear... "Je t'aime". No one ever knew.

Coro, you could never be replaced... you are unique.
Sacha, I hope you still loved me when you went away, cauz' I did and still do.
Igor, you were the wise one that taught us a lesson. Beauty, it was hard to free you from pain.

Not JUST dogs, COMPANIONS of life.

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