I hope you’re happy. I hope there are no hangers and opened umbrellas in heaven. I know how much you hate those things. I hope they feed you only twice a day and change your water as often as possible. I hope they don’t have fireworks up there; you hate it as much as you hate umbrellas. I hope they play with you whenever you feel the need to release that unlimited energy of yours. I hope that before they feed you, they ask you to sit. You might forget that trick. I hope you can find a girlfriend. You never had one and it’s my fault, I am sorry. I hope that you won’t bark unnecessarily. I hope they give you the biggest kneecap bone there is in heaven; I know you love that stuff. I hope they give you a bath only when the weather’s hot and you already smell bad. You might get sick if they wash you often. I hope there are no cats to piss you off but many pigeons to make you feel at home. I hope they let you go inside the big house because you just love being around those breakable furniture. Don’t you? I hope there are no stairs in the big house, you love climbing up but can never get down because you’re just too scared. I hope there are no younger sisters in heaven; I know you’re jealous of Niki. I hope you love it there more than you loved it here because that’s the only way I can feel better.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get close to you the moment you left. Dad said I can’t but you know how much I really wanted to pat your head and scratch the skin behind your ears. I really appreciate all those years you’ve shared with me. Thanks for scaring the shit out of Lester (he kinda deserve it). Too bad you weren’t able to stay long enough to REALLY scare Chester. He was scared of you but I think it’s still not enough. Thank you for always being there with me when I’m scared. I really think that even ghosts are afraid of you. Thank you always making me feel like you’re listening when I tell you something. The way you tilt your head and focus your eyes on me make me think that you’re absorbing every word I tell you. Even though I know you don’t understand a thing. Niki and I pray to Jesus every night to ask Him to take care of you. Niki convinced herself that Jesus got you because he wants a dog and you’re the perfect dog for Him.
Toki, I’m happy to know that I have a guardian dog watching over me but I really miss you.



