You came into my life when it was falling apart.
I had just gotten divorced and thought my life was over.
I went to the kennel with mom and dad.
We were looking for a small white dog.
We had found one but there you were jumping and barking
as if to say pick me.
You were a beautiful mix of golden brown and white.
You looked just like Gizmo but mom couldn’t say it
so we named you Bimba for baby in Italian.
That is what you became our little baby.
I was 23 and you were 6 weeks old.
You fit in my pocket and you were so lovable.
When mom and dad went on vacation as little as you were
you protected me and stayed right by my side.
You never left me alone and I would never leave you.
Remember when we went down to the Jersey Shore together
and ran on the beach.
You loved it and God only knows how much I loved you.
We’d dress you as a reindeer for Christmas and you would wear
your New Years hat and we’d take pictures.
You loved your hotdog squeaky toy and when you lost it
I got you another one.
When dad died and I was so upset you tried in your own way to
make me understand that he was still with us.
I was getting older and so were you.
When I turned 33 and got married you were part of my happy day.
Every morning when I wake up and I see the big picture of me
as a bride and you sitting so proud on the train of my
dress I smile and think of you.
You are in my wedding video and so many of my memories.
When I soon became pregnant things started to change between us.
You would start to run away.
I would go around the neighborhood looking for you hoping
that you didn’t get hit by a car.
Even our friends were always on the look out.
We would always find you and were happy you were home safe.
Then I gave birth and you didn’t like the fact that you were no
longer the baby. I began to neglect you and I could see you
were not happy. I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention.
You were sick and I hadn’t noticed.
I just thought you were jealous,old and set in your ways.
I now 36 happily married with a beautiful boy and you a month
away from being 13 I had to do the most terrible thing in the world.
I noticed You started throwing up yellow vile and passing globs a blood
you wouldn’t eat and cried in your bed.
You had lumps on you belly and a terrible sore on your face.
I would clean it and disinfect it but it would never heal.
I know I should of brought you to the vet but the expense would
of been so much. Every one would say its for the best.
I’m sorry that at first I slowly touched you and then brought you
to a sudden death without even trying.
God only knows how bad I feel.
I love and miss you so much my little girl and hope that you
will forgive me for all the wrong I’ve done.
I hope you find dad up in heaven and keep him company.
Smile wag your tail and be happy.
Please remember I did love you and I will always remember
all the love and happiness you brought into our home.
This year you took a picture with little Jimmy for Christmas and
we made it our Christmas card. It was sent to all our family and friends.
Who knew that only 5 days after Christmas you would be gone.
Maybe it was written in the stars and that was your final fare
well to every one.
All I know is that I have to live with the awful decision I made
and I hope that one day we will meet again and
you can forgive me.
I Love You Bimba.
Love and miss you always,
Theresa
P.S. The night you were put to sleep Little Jimmy was looking for you.
Some thing you know he never does.
And he asks me if your lost.
I guess even though the two of you didn’t get along
he loved you too.
Be well and please forgive me….
| Theresa |