Spike by Susan Sontag / Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Uncle Steven, Uncle Scott, Auntie Mary, Bacon, Coco, Rusty, Thaumas, and Sonny

Dearest Spike,

Uncle Steven rescued and named you.
You were always his favorite.

Our big, gentle baby.
You will always be remembered and missed.

I’ll always remember how you would watch great grandma make bake goods and lick the bowl afterwards.

I’ll always remember you playing that crazy ball game with Uncle Scott.

I’ll always remember swimming at Patagonia with you, your sisters; Pickles and Giggles, and Iris. That was so much fun.

I miss running with you and Coco in the rain.

I miss you playing with the hose when we watered.

I miss you carrying stuffed animals outside when we returned home, and then waiting until we payed so much attention to you.

I miss you howling and getting everyone to say goodbye to us. You must have learned that from Coors, he was a howler too. That’s the saddest part about going anywhere, not hearing everyone howling.

But, most of all, I miss you. Until we see you again at the Rainbow Bridge, remember we love you.

 

Love always,