A year has passed since Shawn
went over the rainbow bridge.
I’ve struggled at times to cope… firstly with the shock of his passing, and then with the emptiness that was left.
He was such a friendly boy. A curly wee lamb who loved to run, and play, and explore in the garden or the park, and to sit on my lap for a cuddle when he was tired.
I don’t know why he had to go at the tender age of two. I thought we had many more years of fun still to come.
But he is now at peace in rainbow bridge. He will be running and playing, and lapping up cool fresh water.
He will be there until the day comes when I walk over that bridge, and he will run so fast towards me and leap into my arms, licking my face and wagging his tail.
Play nice until then,
| Marie |