I paint the image of Hoya, my beloved dog who shared my life for 19 long years,
but has now crossed the rainbow bridge to the world of dogs beyond.

As I recall and draw my little Hoya, I find myself revisiting the time we spent together —
the breath that gently rose and fell from his tiny nose,
the warmth that seeped into my fingertips,
the soft, golden fur I used to stroke.
Remembering those moments stirs countless emotions deep within my heart.
Feeling the emptiness left by his absence, I find myself missing him more —
and, perhaps too late, my love for him has only grown deeper.

There’s a saying that a pet’s entire world is the one their owner shows them.
After sending Hoya across the rainbow bridge,
I realized how small the world I showed him truly was,
and how many things I never got the chance to do for him.
Yet, with that regret came the realization
of how unconditional the love I received from him really was.

Now, I imagine the moments we could have shared —
beautiful, peaceful scenes filled with light and warmth.
In that dog star world beyond the rainbow bridge,
I picture Hoya going wherever he wishes,
meeting whoever he longs to see,
and doing everything his heart desires.

Remembering the unconditional love and warmth
that such a precious little being gave me,
I now believe he is free —
and happy.