“
There's no more sand on the ground
Sometimes what used to bother us turns into nostalgia!
There's no more sand on the ground,
closed doors and windows...
There are no more hairs here and there...
Or marked paws...
Or crazy meowing at dawn...
The little balls under the fridge...
The crazy, unbridled "runs" that ended up under the carpet as if to say: "Cuckoo? I'm here!"
The heels on the kitchen skirting board...
I can no longer say "Good morning, my chiridon!"
I can (and I still say it quietly to calm the pain), but it's not the same...
I can no longer take you on my lap only when you feel like it...
Or in my room ( rarely and we both know why ).
We can't scold you anymore, because you went to the sponge cake...
And who will share the fireplace?
Who am I going to sing "Hail Mary" to?
And the piquinha? The piquinha in exchange for a little piece of ham that you liked so much...
All you had to do was say "Piquinha? Let's go? " and you'd follow me to the fridge...
And when I got home late sometimes? There you were, behind the freshly opened door... lively eyes, pampered meowing, delicious curiosity...
And that obedience? Always at the bottom of your 'Ria's bed, in your comforter...
Only you could read my eyes, the movements of my soul, the worries of my heart and gently dry my tears with your presence...
Always in your world, but always close to us!
Loneliness was already soft because of you...
You were a warrior! Until the end, you wanted to climb the stairs to your safe place...
I'm sorry... I had to...
I can never be sure that it was the right decision...
But I was there, until you fell asleep, and I showered you with kisses... even though, inside, I felt like they were tearing me apart, tearing out a part of me...
It's been hurting a lot... too much...
I see you, I hear you and I look for you in every corner...
They say that "to love is to let go"...
Then I'll let you go, because I love you so much 🤍
Now what?
What remains is the memory of how happy we were here and there...🤍
Forever yours,
Forever my Nino.
(Luz)
It's been 17 years of such a beautiful life, my Nino. I was 9 years old when I held you for the first time. Now, at 26, my heart holds a best friend who has been present at every stage of my life. I'll be looking for you in every shadow for a long time. Every corner of the house where we grew up belongs to you. Thanks, buddy 💌
(Jeckinha) "
