I’m Here For You
I know you are sad right now. I know you lost one of your pack, two even. I can hear it in your voice, I hear you on the phone with others in our pack. I see the way you walk around the house, I see you grabbing another beer, I feel you tossing and turning all night. But you know I’m here for you. I love waking up with you everyday. The sun still rises and we live another day although others are gone. Yesterday was tough. We just went out and sat on a rock to cry a little bit but it helped. Today we walked around and looked up at the beautiful autumn sky. Well, you did, I was busy sniffing and peeing and trying to sneak off to the back door of the restaurant until you got mad and yelled at me. Than you felt bad for being being mad but’s it’s okay cause I’m always here for you. That’s me Desert Dawg. Solid. Steady. A little bad sometimes but only a little. I love you. Always have, always will. Everyday is the best day of my life. And that’s your life too. Last summer I was hurt and you helped me and our whole pack helped and I got better and we got through it. Then this summer you got hurt, really hurt and it sucked. But I was there, every night, every day and you’re getting’ better! I helped just by bein’ me. I’m getting a little older, a little wiser maybe. I don’t hear so good anymore but I hear what I need to. I hear you snoring sometimes. It’s true, you do snore but only when you drink too much. So, don’t be sad. I guess what I mean is be sad but be strong and be the good man that I know you are. Do more good stuff. Tell people you love ‘em. Go for more walks. Don’t be bothered by all the crazy shit going on. Just be. True. Alive. Strong. Do all the good shit you’re meant to be doing.