If my paws could hold a pen

 If my paws could hold a pen,

I would write you this:

“Dear best friend,
Thank you.
For every meal, every game, every gentle hand on my head.
For being my whole world.

Please don’t let tears tell my story.
Let love tell it.
Because my life was full—full of you.

I don’t want you to carry guilt.
You gave me more than I ever dreamed of.
And when I left, it wasn’t the end.
It was just the beginning of waiting—
waiting in fields of light, where pain doesn’t follow.

One day, when the time is right,
you’ll walk into this meadow.
And you’ll see me running toward you,
ears flying, tail wagging, heart bursting.

Until then, I will keep sending you signs.
In dreams. In feathers. In the warmth that brushes your cheek
when you think you’re alone.

So don’t wonder if I loved you.
Don’t question if you did enough.
The answer is written everywhere:
Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

With pawprints and forever,
Your dog.”