dog

George,

do you remember before you lost your eye-sight when we would play the "Hiding Game." Well I'll tell you in case you forgot (But I doubt that, because it was one of your favorites). Everyday after school I would walk the half mile back from where the bus would drop me off. And everyday you would wait at the top of a concrete drive way in eager anticipation. Walking up the drive-way I would yell out "George, I can't say you! Where'd you go""George I can't see you, you're not even a dog"
And you would wag your tail joyously and crouch low to the concrete to try to conceal yourself.

I'm sorry for never being able to give you a true good-bye George. It was hard to leave for the summer, and part of me wished to believe that you would still be waiting when I got back. But more so, I think part of me hoped you would have taken your journey to another dog realm during my absence. Goodbye's have never been my thing, I'm much better off at running from my problems.