10/01/2026
They say “just a dog,” but they don’t see
The soul that used to follow me
Through storms of life, through joy and strife,
You weren’t a pet… you were my life.
No words can reach this wound inside,
No tear can cleanse the love I hide.
It lingers soft, but cuts so deep
A grief too wild for me to keep.
I hope you're chasing winds above,
With fields to run, and skies of love.
And when I cross that final shore,
I’ll see you waiting tail once more.
-Excerpt from "When the Leash Hung Still"
It is with deep sorrow that one of the Araro Gang spread her wings and will watch us from above. Rest Easy Kiah! Run Free
