oh, my friend is gone

Today I say goodbye to Lucky Lord Barkeley. A catalog of memories pours through me. His lost spirit hits hard. I don’t like it. A companion is too precious to lose. My eyes well wet. My stomach is sick. Music makes it worse. Busy-ness is a weak salve. I am pain. Love is pain. Mortality sucks. His nightly serenade is lonely now. This creature is missed.