For Emma

Emma sitting on a dining chair, ready to scold me because her favourite person is no longer in the house.

Today would be Emma’s 16th Birthday.

When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.

Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else.
Emma will always be a part of our lives.

I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.

A paw on the glass
The key turns, open the lock
A pouncing welcome