My Dear Little Mist

To her I own my light, my happiness. Even in my darkest night, abandoned by moon and stars alike, her love, as deep as the sea, is there to guide me back. Only a dog but so much more, in the darkest hours, she is as bright as firelight. Lost and distant, unable to find a light, I called and I prayed someone might hear my plight. An answer came, guiding me to her flame, her boundless love burning bright. Lonely and confused, her heart crying for anyone to hear, a thin and sickly thing left to wither away, in the cold of a world she had barely lived. But a flame won’t easily be forced to lay, nothing more than an ember in the ashes, sparking to life to chase the darkness away. Beneath a dull hide, and a pain deep inside. Her heart reached out, and at once I knew that she was mine. Sick as she was and terrified to her soul, the precious crawled forward and her love came to flow. Through her darkest hours, I was there, tending and caring to her. Unaware, such a frail thing had captured my love. Chimes blow in the wind, and the night has come to an end. She brought to me a light, something I cherish every night. In my darkest hour, the worst of moments, I feel her love that has no end. To my dear little Mist, my little one, my light through the dark, I will love you until eternity is no more. Because, for me, you are more than just a dog.