Author: Char

Bingo, my sweet baby girl, I can’t believe it has been nearly five years since you left. I miss you as much today as I did the day you died.

The only bad day you and I ever had was the day I lost you. Other than that, we had a wonderful 12 years. I am so grateful for every minute.

I have two furbabies now, but I think you know that. Fritz is a little guy and he’s just a sweetheart.

Eli is my new little boy, and he’s a dachshund rescue. His a long haired dachshund, and he is nothing but love. I drove all the way to Palm Springs from Tucson to get him.

The two boys get along very well, and like you, at bedtime they want in the big bed with mom. They even sleep on the same side of the bed as you did. Hummmmm, could you have given them a hint?

Sweetheart, you know how much you meant to me. You know that I was so happy to share part of my life with you. I only wish we could have had more time together.

Little Jaden, the one person on earth that you let touch your tennis ball, is now 5 1/2 years old. He’s a wonderful little boy and he has a little sister now. There have been many changes to the family.

I have wonderful memories of travels, quiet nights at home, you going to work with me…………..

I still laugh when I think of you going to work with me. We would get on that elevator and go up to the 2nd floor. You would jump off and run down the hallway, make your two left turns and sit in front of the door. You just waited for me. You knew exactly where to go.

People were always so surprised that you listened to me and minded without question. You were so smart. I think you understood English better than a lot of people!

Smokey, you came into our home before I was born. Your mother thought my crib would be a great place to have kittens. After several disagreements, my mother convinced your mommy to let you sleep in the bed made for you and your brothers and sisters in a closet. Your mommy was a stray who came to our home when she was very pregnant.

My family kept you because you were the runt, but you grew up to be a very big boy. I got a Brownie Hawkeye for Christmas one year and I still have countless pictures of you letting me use you for a baby doll.

I have pictures of you in the doll bed my grandpa made for me. I had dressed you up in doll clothes and you patiently let me do whatever I wanted. You even drank out of my doll bottle. I guess you just knew I loved you and wanted to play with you more than my human friends.

You didn’t like it when we moved five miles from the home we had both known for 11 years. You disappeared and three weeks later the old neighbors called. You had walked all the way back home and my dad had to drive there to get you.

You welcomed several other pets into our home. You didn’t even mind that some of them were birds.

You went on vacation with us every year. We would go camping in the mountains in southern Arizona, and you loved playing in the trees and chasing critters that you never saw at home.

You were with me a long time, Smokey. You were my buddy for 17 years, and my life was never the same after you died. I didn’t have my big, furry foot warmer in bed at night, and I didn’t have anyone to pet while I watched TV.

Even after all of these years, Smokey, I think of you often. I hope you are watching over all of my sweet furbabies that have joined you in the last 46 years. I bet you were surprised to see Tucker because he looked very much like you. It’s been almost a year since he went to Rainbow Bridge, and I miss him as I miss you.

Thank you for all of those times together. Thank you for letting a little girl spend so many hours with you. Never once did you scratch me or get tired of the games we played. I love you.

You are forever in my heart.