It’s Christmas season again; it will be my third Christmas without you. And Christmas isn’t Christms if you’re not here. I didn’t think it would still hurt so much to miss you after all this time, but it’s almost as painful as the day you left. I miss you SO MUCH sweetie, and find myself remembering things about you that I had forgotten about before. But then something triggers another long-forgotten memory, and I find myself crying again because you were such a wonderful, comical, animated, “spinny” type of dog that left such a large hole in my life when you passed. I miss your intelligence, your (feigned?) interest in everything I said, your delight to just be in my presence! Your companionship is so missed, everyday, not just Christmas, and I pray I will see you again in heaven. Love you more than I can say,
As always,
| Geordie |
| 1, May 2005 |
| Shelly Wolf-Lake |