Dear Pooh:
On January 8, 2008, Daddy and I took you on your last ride. We miss you and would do anything to have you back. I miss the sound of your large Rotti paws at night as you patrol the house keeping us safe. I miss the sound of your bark when you wanted back in from outside. I miss your beautiful expressive eyes when you knew I was sick or sad as you laid your big head in my lap. I miss you most of all when I come home and you aren’t there to greet me with the smile that lit up your face and your whole back end wagging waiting for the love you knew would come. It never occurred to me that you would go first.
I had no idea of the pain that would wash over me at your passing, or that it doesn’t seem to ease. I held you as you took your last breath and wondered why you had to go. I have searched for comfort but haven’t found it yet. I keep thinking you will come walking into the room again.
Your brother misses you so. He doesn’t remember a time when you weren’t there. People thought we were crazy having two Rotts but you knew we weren’t. He misses he walks and car rides with you. We still take him but it’s like the heart has gone out of us all.
Baby boy I hope that you are running with the angels (you deserve so much to), your health restored and the memory of my love in your heart until I cross the Rainbow Bridge and hold you once again. Thank you Pooper for all the years of love and devotion that you have given me.
With Love and Kisses,
| Jan & John Weber |