I still remember the first day I saw you. I was only 3 years old but I still remember. Remember how my brothers jumped up on the table because they were scared of you? But I went right up and petted you. It was love at first sight. We spent so many good times together. You loved how I would rub your belly and hold you so you were sitting upright. You had me under like a spell…I loved you and still do.
But I remember the sad end…I knew it was your time. That day when Mom took you to the vet…I knew it would be the last time I saw you, even though that’s not what she went for. Then mom called and Dad told me after he hung up that you had a seizure and you weren’t going to make it. I ran up into my room and cried my eyes out. I eventually came back down, but it was before Mom came home. I went in the basement and cried some more, thinking of you. Mom finally came back, she came down and the minute I saw her, we hugged and cried together for what seemed like hours.
I know you’re there sometimes…laying next to me on the couch or following me like you always did.
I love you forever and always.