How high can you fly with broken wings?

I see pictures  of Romeo; that’s his name, Romeo on my walls, phone, ipad, picture album, and there are just  memories of him everywhere I go. On june 4th I Discovered my dog passed away. The morning I was going to work pulling out of my driveway I decided to reverse because my bulldog hadn’t gotten up so say bye as I hollered at him “Bye Rome, see you when I get back cutie” there he was laying down but so still that my heart immediately told me something was wrong. i called out to him and there was nothing but silence. He would have turned around. I cried out to him and there he was, stiff as a statue.I have  another dog but he was just as frightened and perhaps in denial knowing the dog who raised him and taught him everything he knows was gone.He was just inside his doghouse. I can tell he was shocked as I was because his shouts and barks that night was because of something, he was crying out to us.  As much as we were checking for anyone outside to see if there was an audience or disturbance we kept telling him to hush. I have this stone in my throat as I write because partially I feel like I have failed my best friend. The one I grew up with and took care of as if he was my own. The one I could never say no to and  would bend backwards for.I gave him everything and loved him hard so hard there wasn’t room for anything else. He knows and only he will know how much I loved him unconditionally. I’m in Pain, Denial,  and serious Agony. When I walk to my car I will never see that face that lit up my world. 

Romeo And I were inseparable.I took him to parks, my friends houses,he got visits from other dogs, he hit Youtube (but late) was our blocks infamously well known bulldog. Wherever we went he’d  be petted. Everyone envied our relationship. There was no collar necessary no leash. He stuck by me like the gum under your shoe. My kisses to him were obnoxiously overdone. My hugs my name calling will forever be a memory to him wherever he goes.  I know he knows I loved him hard to the very end.  I would do anything to bring that dog back absolutely anything to see him again hug him one last time and tell him “I love you Romeo I love you so much.”. My love for him became an obsession i always as a child wanted an English bulldog. To me they were the most beautiful looking dogs ever. I considered myself Elmyra Duff from tiny toons. I spoke about him to everyone but the public enjoyed my stories and  everyone would ask for him. I never would want to imagine this day to happen but i prepared myself for the day it came and it arrived and honestly It stuck me and it hit me so hard that I never felt so broken hearted about anyone up until now. I had him while he was alive healthy and full of life and I never imagined this day happening at least not any time soon. Romeo died at 9 years old.


Lakes, Hikes, Stores, Homes, Events I’d take him. He was friendly and always happy and I was such a proud owner. My tears haven’t stopped falling down from my eyes since I begun writing this blog. I thought it would be healthy to write about it so I can get it off my chest  but it’s only reminded me how life changing this will be.He’s irreplaceable.Out of all the songs i’ve been hearing Aerosmith ‘Amazing’ helped me overcome some strength. Music, like i’ve said previously in my blogs has a serious impact in one’s life. No one’s words helped me and calmed my sorrow. Tuning out and the music lyrics can only help me  overcome this feeling of  hopeless and helpless. My family will truly miss him, my friends will miss him and mostly remember him and me in memory of always speaking of him and bringing him around. I of all people will Truly miss him more then anyone will ever know. My heart is screaming for him and I will never ever forget about him and the joy he brought me. The bad times he was there and the good times he was there he was my Rock my best friend, my pal. When his tail wagged it made me happy to know that I made him happy. I sure as hell was not ready for this….

Rome…………….. I’ll be thinking about you

Rest Easy


-Naomi M. Calle


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