Tauria: Well, yesterday (Dec 09, 2011), my dog died. She hadn't even reached her year birthday mark. Her name was Rainey, named after my ADHD sister because she was so hyper. I wrote a poem about it. I know it sucks . . . but . . .

Rainey

I wait to hear you scratching at the door,

I wait to hear the sound of your nails on the floor,

I wait to hear your bark

I wait to hear you jump on the bed,

I wait to hear you attack the cats,

I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And it never comes.

Never have I missed those sounds so much,

Never have I missed you jumping in my lap,

And messing me up on the game,

Never have I missed you running through the door before I could close it,

As much as I do now.

I knew we couldn't keep you,

But there was a possibility.

Why did you have to leave like this?

Why did you have to die in the middle of the road?

Couldn't you have stayed inside?

I keep waiting for you to jump out of the box,

I keep waiting for you to run up and lick my face,

I keep waiting,

and waiting,

and waiting,

For something that will never come.

Maybe we didn't have the space you needed,

Maybe we had to divide our attention between too many animals,

But we had love to share.

Why did you have to die?