For Christmas in 1994 I received you as a gift. This was great, I thought, a 3 month old present that ate, chewed things up, and left all sorts of other presents for me,
not only under my tree.
But that first night I had you, you left the bed I had made up for you, walked into my bedroom and looked up at me with your brown eyes telling me you were scared and alone. I lifted you up and lay you next to my chest beneath the covers and you sighed, and went right to sleep. You entered my heart then and you have been there ever since.
You were my best friend, my sanity, the ears that listened to my problems, and the ball of energy that always told me it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. You gave my life so much meaning, so much companioship, and such comfort that it can never be matched. You were the best present
I ever received.
The 12 years we were together were the best I can remember. It was better for you being there with me, and now so empty that you are gone.
I carried you for the last time today. Much heavier than you were the first time I ever lifted you, but yet, you seemed so light. Your spirit had gone. On to a place where you will always be happy and hopefully, waiting
for me to join you again.