I don’t know how to respond to emails about dead dogs
You probably don’t have to
But I’d like to be the kind of person who would, easily

I wish my best writing wasn’t unsent letters to all the people I love
It’s the only way I can journal most times, talking to other people in my my head
out loud, on a piece of paper, inside a computer
Some of them have heard my Words Are Imperfect Tools speech in person
but it’s also the best I got

Still, I won’t apologize for always writing the same thing in birthday cards
I like to put that the best is yet to come
Because it is, or I’d like it to be
But it’s not perfect because you can’t put it in an email back about a dead dog
(I’m sorry)