December 30th, 2006
I am afraid to sit before this empty page; afraid that feelings will overwhelm me.
There were 6 of you born to Boots:
You, Dona Tu, were the cutest, blondiest and tiniest. Often I had to help you get your share of the meal for the others pushed you aside.
We even bought a bottle for you thinking you would not be able to drink on your own but you did; you managed.
I named your other five brothers and sisters
but called you “Mrs. You” because I didn’t want to fall in love with you. As it turned out, your other five siblings were chosen
but you stayed with me.
We have gone through many things together…
You were sick for only two days,
and yesterday, at 9 AM I closed your eyes.
I got busy doing what needed to be done
and was able to pull through it.
Today I went out. I really, really, really felt your absence when I opened the door and you did not greet me, jump on me and I did not caress your little head calling you “Pretty, Beautiful, How Beautiful…”
I was good to you but I wish I had been able to give you a happier, more joyful life. I tried to comfort you as you went through pain before dying and, even then, I could feel that you were happier and in less pain because I was there. You do know that I did love you and, when I asked you to please leave you left with the thought that I loved you now and that I always will. That gives me some comfort.
I really, really, really wish I had some religious beliefs so that I could be sure that I would see you again in heaven. Thank you Mrs. You for loving me as they say
God is supposed to love.
DOG=GOD,
Dona Tu (Mrs. You) |
30, Nov 2006 |
Petra Idalia Hernandez |