It’s Christmastime. I have never dreaded this season ever in my life until now. I cannot even bring myself to taking out my decorations. I used to have a tiny, cute tree…but I can’t even imagine decorating it.
Annie, my rotti/lab daughter would LICK every ornament, every bow, and everything else she knew had to do with Christmas. She would lick it just once. I believe it was her way of letting me know she was in the Christmas spirit! She would curl up next to me as I would download classic Christmas songs like Bing Crosby, the Wiatresses, the Pouges, etc. I cannot even bear to hear them right now.
When I would Christmas shop, I would come home with bags and bags. Within 5 minutes, Annie would come proudly prancing in the living room with a new stuffed toy, expertly and gently removed from one of them. She ALWAYS knew if there was something in there for her! And when something was wrapped for her to open, she would put it between her paws and ever so gently rip the paper to reveal her gift.
I miss my daughter so much, and no one could possibly understand. Christmas to me is family, and she was definitely mine. Don’t get me wrong…I love my family, but Annie was My everything. I have no children (by choice), I just needed her. And she’s gone. And so is my spirit.
Merry Christmas, my Annie. I love you more than anything…
it will NEVER be the same.
XOXO
| Allison Woods |