My Girl

It's with trepidation that I open the back door. There she is. Lonely, torn. My heart comes up in my throat as I blink back tears. My girl is tore up. I feel shitty, guilty, heartless. How could I have let this happen to her? My girl.
I walk around her and see the big tear, the concavity. Oh.. My pulse bangs through my veins. My God what have I done? I’m inhuman. I walk around her completely, taking her all in. She is bruised, cut, despondent. I start to cry. I’m as comfortable with her as an old friend. My girl. I talk to her as if my other half. She has a soft purr yet you sense the presence behind it. I lay my right hand on her… gently. I’m so sorry My girl. I didn’t mean this to happen. It was an accident. Promise! I’ll be better from now on. You’ll not have to go through this again. Yes, I’ve learned my lesson. It has not been all for naught. I can feel tension relaxing it’s grip on me. I smile though all the while my heart is heavy. So heavy. You’ll be good as new My girl. It won’t be long now….