Tinoco
You went to Life, my Love.
You went inside me.
Now that's the way to be mine alone - like you've never been before.
You belong to my heart and soul, in that way that you can't get rid of...
Unless the day comes when I too go to Life... and meet you again.
With your smell.
With your coat ready to be stroked.
With your perfect snout looking at me, with those little eyes that, already dull, prevented you from seeing as you always had.
You're my good dog. My good dog.
Pupy. Tinoco. Baby Dog. Mr. Dog. The Dog.
You are eternal.
And I... I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to control this absence that hurts, that tears, that tears apart.
I don't know.
And you...
From inside me... you're doing what you've always done over the last 16 years.
You're perfect.
You glue your warm, cuddly body to mine.
Always. Always. Always.
Now... inside.
To keep me company in another way.
Talking about love must be a lot like talking about you.
To talk about perfect love... is to talk about you.
Your loyalty. Your dedication. Your respect. Your unconditional companionship.
Without asking for anything in return, except this: to be with me.
We've grown with you.
You made me grow up.
You brought out the best in me that I didn't have yet.
I might not be living this pain... if I'd never had you outside of me.
But then...
I would never be the person I am today.
You filled the doubts, the uncertainties, the hopelessness.
Now... you're part of me. Inside.
From inside me.
How do you live... without you... on the outside?
How?
Eternal Memory of the Best Dog in the World and Beyond: Tinoco Manuel Angel of Casa do YorkShire Terrier and ADCYSTeP
27 May 2009 | 27 June 2025
16 years, 1 month highlight CAO saudadeeterna mimodecao
