My dog is gone.
I looked at the car leaving
with her scared eyes moving far away

Someday I’ll meet her,
but now she's gone with her empty bowl
her ripped toys and pinkish eyes,
and I, who had zoophobia, who never liked
any animals in the world
for whatever reasons,
I believe in a love of animals that I will never know
Yes, I believe in a power of love and relationships
where my dog will lick my legs 
looking at my eyes asking where I have been

Oh, how can I describe this sadness
of saying bye to my companion
who never barked at night
Her friendship for me, like a teddy bear where
I can tell everything without thinking,
was the friendship of an eternal sky,
with sudden move to Thailand,
who would have thought that I would leave Canada
she never killed my koi fish
nor she sought to, fight with the fox around our house
She never scratched me with her sharp claws
unlike other wild and barbaric dogs

Yes, I still remember the first day she was in my room
when my friends were racist toward me,
and my heart’s gate was heavily closed
she made me realize that I am not alone
shy and such a rude person I was,
was changing to love others,
When she first looked into my eyes
my eyes melted like a butter on a hot pan
how I had a zoophobia didn’t matter
and my heart opened like I was under God,
and I realized how beautiful this world is.

Ai, how many times have I envied her fluffy paws
as we played frisbee in the peaceful park
in the space where the color green could only exist
where the cool breeze from Mt. Revelstoke blew
and her hair was flowing in the wind
full of energy and eagerness to achieve goals:
my beautiful Cavalier King Charles
with her brown and white spotty fur,
playing and laughing below the golden sunshine .

Merry, merry, merry
as my dog only knew how to make me happy
no matter how she felt anything
and her pure possessions of heart

My dog is still in Canada, eating better things,
and having a better and bigger house than before
When I saw the car leaving with her scared eyes,
there was nothing I could do.