Tyson by Wendy Wishart / Mom.

I remember the day I met you. The day I took that five-year-old intact male Rottweiler everyone told me I was crazy to even consider. But you looked at me, and I looked at you, and we just knew in that instant that from the time the earth was created, you and I were destined to be together. I remember the nights I was late getting home and you cried until I got there because you couldn’t go to sleep without your mom… I remember the times we’d go to town and you’d make so many friends, and I’d call you my ambassador for the Rottweiler breed… I remember the times I didn’t feel well, and you’d lie next to me on the bed with your head on my hip, just taking care of me, never leaving me… and I’ll never forget that last time *you* didn’t feel good… and I didn’t leave you either, my love… you went to sleep for the final time, in my arms, your soft brown eyes and my tear-soaked blue ones, forever locked together in perfect love and devotion. I told you as you left me that it was only for a while – you’d never *really* leave me, and for sure I’d never leave you… I know the rainbow bridge is real, and
I know I will see you there.

Remember how you used to run to find me in the yard when I’d get home on the very few occasions I couldn’t take you with me? Dad used to say “Where’s Mom? Ty, go find Mom!” Well, some day, another voice will say to you, “Ty, look, there’s Mom!” And you’ll run over the rainbow bridge and I’ll be there, and then, my beautiful bright-eyed boy, we’ll be together forever, never separated, as it should have been eons ago when our love was written in the stars.

 

I love you. And I will never leave you.