Where do I begin…
…to tell the story of this perfect creature.
As my tears fall and fall, the emptiness grows in my soul.
This stab is more painful than the rest. The creature that I’ve loved the most – more than anybody, is dead.
I had felt it before…I knew she wasn’t Here anymore.
It hurts so much.
Now, it’s all empty. I wonder where they buried her little body. And what they did with her toys, her leash, her bowl, her blanket…
I still dream of her every night; I sitll love her. I picture her smart eyes, her whiskers…She is the symbol of love, strength, character…
Farewell, Gabichke lubima.
I still sleep in the pose that leaves space for her.
now it all makes sense
now that i know
she’s not here, on this world,
with me.
i can walk under the sky
knowing that she’s somehere,
away from this savage world,
full of sorrow
“Ahtopol. Kolata. Na tumno Putuvame. Obratno kum Sofia. Po prozorcite vali. I nie peem na angliiski. Gabi e v kolta. Vsichko e naguchkano. No nie spim sled sandvichi s lukanka i sme uviti v topli ancuzi”
-Bani
