Baby girl,
If ever there was an angel, you are she. You were my everything for a little over 12 years, and you’ll remain my everything forever.
Life is so different without you. We lived so very well together, and you’ve left me with a lifetime of beautiful memories.
How does one honor a little girl like you? What stories do I share? How can I find the words to express who you were? I know you touched me like I’ve never been touched before.
Do I start by telling others how the recliner would rock with nobody in it? How long did it take me to figure out that you chose the top of the chair back for a resting place, and when you’d hear the key in the door you’d jump down to greet me? That’s why the chair rocked.
Do I tell people about how you ran off as a pup? Do I tell them that the terrible storm had ripped the skirting on our mobile home and I did not see the place in front where you could escape? I didn’t see it, but YOU did. Should I tell them that you climbed up into an old car engine, and when you came home, I had to bathe you with Dawn to get the grease out? I’ll gladly tell them that you never, ever ventured away from our home again. You learned that running away was not a good thing.
Should I tell people how well you traveled by plane and by car? Can I tell them that you just hopped into the back seat and slept until we stopped to get gas? You were so very good. I loved having you go with me.
Can I tell people about your ball? That was such a prize to you. You loved that tennis ball although you had gotten rid of the green cover years ago. Remember little Jaden. He came for his first visit when he was six weeks old. His daddy sat him on the floor in his car seat, and you ran to smell his little feet. You went and got your ball and carefully laid it in Jaden’s lap. You’d finally found a person that you thought worthy of sharing your toy.
God must have really needed a very special little angel in His garden because he called you home. I know you helped me drive home when I left the vet’s office As I tried to figure out how I could back out onto a very busy street during rush hour, I looked over my shoulder. There was not a single car in site for blocks and blocks. Thank you for your help. In death just as in life, you protected your mommy from harm. I was crying so hard that I needed the help provided by you and by God.
Thank you for every time you barked at strange sounds. Thank you for every time you kissed my hand or allowed me to stroke your sweet head. Thank you for loving me when I wasn’t too very lovable. Most of all, thank you for choosing me as your forever mommy.
Remember the day you picked me to take you home? You were so quiet while your sister was such a stinker. I thought to myself, “here’s a quiet little girl.” WOW! What a surprise when I got you home. You hopped right down and began your quest to run the household, and run it you did.
Bingo, baby, I can only hope that you know how very much I love you, and how I will always love you. Time and distance will never change that. Having other little companions will not change that.
One day God will call me home. I know that as I make my journey there, I’ll be greeted by a sweet little girl with a very cute smile. I know she will be wagging her little tail and barking with joy. When it’s my time, you’ll come to help me across Rainbow Bridge.
I so look forward to the day that I can touch your beautiful face once again. I know there must be doggie cookies at Rainbow Bridge, and I can’t wait until
I can again give you one!
I miss you very much, my brave little Bingo.