CHIP by LARAINE MURRAY / YOUR MOM

I FOUND YOU ON A BUSY STREET. YOUR MOM LEFT YOU THERE FOR SOME REASON. I ALMOST HIT YOU AS YOU WERE TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH HER. I PICKED YOU UP AND PUT YOU ON THE GRASS, BUT YOU WERE TRYING TO GO BACK INTO THE STREET. WHEN I PICKED YOU UP FOR THE SECOND TIME, I NOTICED YOU HAD FLEAS AND YOU COULD NOT OPEN ONE EYE, SIGNS OF AN URI INFECTION. I COULD NOT LEAVE YOU THERE, AND DID NOT KNOW IF YOUR MOM WOULD RETURN. I BROUGHT YOU TO A NO KILL SHELTER AND THEY SAID YOU WERE ABOUT A MONTH OLD BUT VERY SICK. THEY TREATED YOU SO GOOD AND WORKED SO HARD TO SAVE YOU. THEY CALLED ME EVERYDAY TO LET ME KNOW YOUR PROGRESS, AND IT SEEMED YOU WERE GETTING BETTER THEN ON AUGUST 25TH 2006 YOU DIED. I NAMED YOU CHIP, BECAUSE NO ONE KNEW IT BUT YOU WERE TO COME HOME WITH ME WHEN YOU GOT BETTER.

I AM HEARTBROKEN THAT YOU DID NOT MAKE IT; YOU LASTED FOR ONLY A WEEK AND IN THAT TIME WE ALL GOT TO LOVE YOU MYSELF AS WELL AS THE STAFF AT THE SHELTER. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU LITTLE GUY. I ONLY HOPE I DID THE RIGHT THING FOR YOU I WANTED TO GIVE YOU A HOME AND LOVE BUT I ONLY GOT TO GIVE YOU A NAME, AND LOVE IN YOUR SHORT LITTLE LIFE.

 

WITH LOVE,