It’s been 4 months since you left me so suddenly one day. I thought I was ready but should have known better. I made a scrapebook with all your pictures and you and Pera. She misses you too. I forget to get up and give the others treats since you aren’t here to wake us! Roc, what I’d do to have you back.
It stormed one night and I was so happy you were near and not outside and afraid. I just hope you know Momma did everything she could for you and you were Momma’s best little boy. I wish I’d taken more time to spend with just you and me, taking more rides, tummy rubbings and brushings. At least we got to ride together one last time.
I can’t close my eyes unless I see those big brown eyes of your’s looking so lovingly into mine until you drifted off to cross the bridge. You “knew” you were “my boy.” I still have daddy’s 3 kids and they are all well. I do care for them but there’s such an empty space now. Sometimes, I’ll still move your bed from your favorite day place to the bedroom at night.
I have a memorial plaque and a squirrel made of cement around “your” tree. It looks nice and I can still see you lying there trying to catch that squirrel. Your picture is hung in the den with your other things and aunt Susan is bringing me and oil painting she had done in Asia. I know it will bring tears to my eyes just as now, but no one knows how much I loved you. It was just me and you against the world for so long.
I miss you, little boy, and God only knows how much I loved you. Please let there be a bridge and wait for me.
Missing My Boy
| Charla Berry |