Gone...

Before it happened we would leap through the park,
Throwing and catching.
The despairing news pushed us back,
Like someone had thrown a rock into our heavy hearts.
Pushing us down, making us fall into nightmares.
He has bone cancer was all we thought about,
His lump got bigger and bigger and bigger.
Will he die?
I felt small, alone, crying myself to sleep,
My best friend, soon to be gone,
He lay back against the wall isolated.

My tear stained cheeks glistened in the moonlit sky.
How will I conquer this journey of life alone I whispered into his lifeless ear,
I tightened my red fist around his fur,
I need you I said as he was taken away from me,
Unwillingly,
No bark left in his vocals.
Goodbye Bosco my best friend,
A companion till the end.