Oh Biza

How I miss when I could ride your back and sneak you treats

How I could nuzzle my face into your furr

When I spot a rhodesian ridgeback on the street I think of you

I had such little time with you before death came to your door

The tumor was in your lung and I couldn’t do anything to stop it

We drove up the the vet and said our goodbyes

I didn’t really know what was happening

I was too young to understand

I don’t believe in heaven or afterlife

But I know it was better for you to go in happiness than in pain