I wish I could turn back time to save you. But I’m happy that I fed you your favorite sausage on your last breathing day.
I wish I had brought my camera to take decent pictures of you.
I wish we had spent more time together. Every morning, every lunch break and every afternoon.
I wish I had let you lick my hands, feet and arms longer.
I wish I told you that you were loved. Even if your owner didn’t. And that you wouldn’t have to worry because I would never hit you the way they did.
I wish you were still here.