Today the nice vetlady told me to go to sleep and when I woke up, I ran with my long-lost friends over a green meadow.

But, you know, it's also fine if you'd like to spend the rest of the day sleeping!! I wouldn't mind ^^

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He has spent all these long years wagging his tail for someone who grew up, moved away, and forgot the password to their own childhood.

I keep calling everyday, time after time, just to keep hearing her voice once again.

It would’ve meant more if I hadn’t just been to her funeral, but I suppose it‘s the thought that truly counts.

The car hits another car that was not seeable until after we made the turn and now Mommy and Daddy and my sibs won't wake up even if I yell REALLY loud and there's lots of blood.

Her will, rewritten years before, named every child but Daniel because she could no longer bear hoping the son she remembered would find his way back to her.

Now I get really sad when I think of you and wonder if you'll ever read my message.

The doctor examined my son and pulled me to the side asking, "Have you ever heard of rabies?"

The last posts on his profile were everyone telling him goodbye.

Because I always took what no one else would want

I wish I could keep getting excited, but like last time and the time before, you're not going to show up or even answer your phone.

Since you won't speak, I only ask that you hold me and let your touch do the work your silence has made impossible.

I stopped asking for words and simply pleaded for the only thing that could stop my weeping: your arms around me.

Only after she died from an overdose did anyone discover he'd been writing prescriptions he never should have been allowed to write.

If you cannot give me a reason to stay, please, just give me your arms and silence this need with a hug.

Returning to the waking world with a healed heart, she no longer feared her grim duty, smiling through her songs as she caught the subtle, comforting scent of the lonely entity who faithfully waited in the shadows just to hear her sing.

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Left entirely behind in the vast, empty void of the afterlife, Death could only stare into the quiet darkness, weeping softly as he accepted that eternal isolation was a destiny reserved strictly for him.

She presses the paw again, on the last toy he ever bought her, just to hear his voice.

I looked at the papers in confusion, not even being able to remember driving us to the hospital.

He told himself that someday there would be time to say everything that needed saying, even after the police identified his son's body three winters earlier.