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Oh Laika, patron saint of one way trips, I hope our sun is a warm yellow ball to forever play with.
I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~
We picked you because we saw greatness,
We picked you because you were the best.
We picked you and you loved us,
And we loved you too.
We called you a name,
We made you home.
Between our game,
Between the unknown.
When we made you a new house,
We loved you.
When we knew it was a coffin,
We loved you.
When we kissed you nose goodbye,
We loved you.
When we sent you to the sky,
We loved you.
You were confused, most likely,
Scared, certainly.
And we loved you.
As the engine died,
As you were left alone in the dark,
No one you could recognize around,
In a space too small yet too vast.
Did you know that we loved you ?
Did it matter ?
You died like a star,
And we never saw you again,
We were the reason, I'm afraid.
At never again, my friend.
There’s thousands of people out there right now crying about a dog that was sent to space. I’m one of them too. She’s been dead for so long but we made art about her. We made songs for her. We named new puppies after her. We put up a statue in her honor.
How can you say humanity is inherently evil when we still mourn for a dog that died in 1957? We love you Laika.
when i die, send my body to space. I’ll walk the dog and give her treats. I’ll throw the earth, a little blue ball for her to fetch. When i die launch me into orbit with Laika so someone will be able to take her on walks. Lay me to rest upon the stars so I can rub her stomach like she deserved, let me join Lassie on the moon.
i think, i think laika guides our souls to the beyond when our bodies finally go. she’s a chipper, bright eyed, little dog at our feet, yipping happily to take us to the next stage of our life, whatever that may be.
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Knut ♤ He/Him ♤ 2005
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