It’s been only 47 days since my pal left here, and I still look for him sometimes. It’s almost as if someone
cut a part of me off.
I buried him and now I’ve made a impromptu tombstone out of some rock, chipped his name on it. Now the next job is to place it where he is buried. I keep putting it off, I guess because it will seem like putting the cap stone on his death. I just don’t want him to be what he is, and that is dead.
I do laugh sometimes when I remember how he was. How one time, there was a heavy down pour, a real bad one, I remembered how he came into my bedroom mewling (meowing) and wouldn’t stop, he just kept going up and down the stairs, he would look at me and meow, giving me that you better come here look.
I did get up, and lo and behold, the window in the living room was open and water was all over the place…..it would have been a real mess if he didn’t let me know.
Thanks Bodie boy for that.
There were so many situations like this that he, literally, helped out knowing full well something was not right. What a brilliant animal he was.
The fetching, the playing tug of war, the warmth of him sleeping on my bed, the walking around the neighborhood, unleashed amazing my neighbors with his obedience and desire to be around me, I miss so very much.
When I would visit friends, he would walk with me and just come inside and relax until I was ready to leave. My friends just really couldn’t believe him.
Never again would another one be.
My eyes still burning just talking about him. I will be forever grateful for his being my friend…..
my companion…….my Bodie.