I sit here looking at your urn and still find it hard to believe
you aren’t sniffing at my leg instead of in a box next to the computer.
When I got you I was a struggling college student.
I went to pick you out and put down a deposit.
I couldn’t wait the two weeks until I got paid so I rolled pennies
until I could get the last 100.00 for you.
You were kidnapped twice and the second time almost killed you
when my ex-husband treated you badly.
It was always you and me against the world.
When I was in danger of being beaten by a husband
you got in between us and looked at him pleadingly and prevented it.
You were the sweetest dog never having bitten anyone.
And you were very mischievous and fun also.
Now late at night when I come in from work
I miss having you sniff your way to me as I change my clothes.
You were blind and almost deaf but you could find me
with no problem as soon as I came home.
I wish I would have held you when you died.
But whenever one of us touched you you seemed to take off running.
But maybe in the end you wanted me
and I just sat like a coward 5 feet away.
Part of me died when you did,
it is as if the joy has left my life and left an empty pit in its place.
Chloe our other dog and I are now becoming friends.
I realize I never gave my heart to her out of loyalty to you.
She seems to be more ancy during the day
without you in the house and barks nonstop.
But at the same time she seems happy because
now I seem to shower her with love.
Kind of ironic because right after you died
I didn’t want her anywhere near me.
I know you are waiting up there for me girl.
When it is my time you will make the transition easier for me and
then we will never be separated again.
I miss you so much it is killing me.
All my love,
Mom/Julie
| Chelsea |
| Julie |