I got Rascal as a gift from my parents at the tender age of 6. When we brought him home he was a little cotton ball, full of energy. He would run from one person in the room to the next chewing on everyone’s shoelaces. Everyone kept saying “Quit that you little rascal” and the name stuck. From that moment on he never left my side. If I was in the house he was with me. He slept underneath my bed and was a little watch dog. I loved him dearly.
At one point, he was 4 years old, my brother let him out to go to the bathroom and forgot to put him on his runner. He went under the gate and was missing for 6 weeks. I cried and cried. I didn’t think I would ever see him again. Luckily, my father never gave up the search and found him in a shelter 30 miles from our home. I made sure to never let my brother put him outside from then on.
I got married in 1997 and moved into an apartment that wouldn’t allow dogs and had to leave my little baby with my mother. I went to see him almost every day and play with him. I felt so bad leaving him there, but figured that since he grew up with my parents too, that he would be okay.
After I had my children and things got really busy the visits with my beloved pup became less and less frequent. One day, four years ago, I found some time in my schedule and went to see him only to discover that my mom had had him put to sleep!! Without even telling me. The worst part was that my mom didn’t even go with him to the vet. She sent my uncle who just dropped him off on his way to work, like he was a shirt to be dry-cleaned. I was so upset that I didn’t speak to my mother for 2 months.
I now know that my precious Rascal is waiting for me at The Bridge and I will see him when I get there.
Lots of love to you, my sweet Rascal.
See you at The Bridge,
| Rascal |
| Mary |