Mac today is the fifth day after you peacefully drifted of to sleep but I still cry when I think about you. I want to be happy and know you didn’t suffer and remember the good times but it is really hard right now, I miss you so much.
When I hear your name I try to remember the fun we had, how you used to bounce around at christmas time when we were blowing up balloons and decorating the tree, it was like you knew it was a special exciting family time.
And if I was ever upset and crying you used to bound over to me to lick away my tears, it was like you knew what I was feeling inside and wanted to help me to feel better.
You liked your walks around the block (your favorite thing to hear was “get your lead”) and having a nice brush. you didn’t particularly like having a bath but you always felt better after it and liked wiping
your wet fur all over my bed covers.
It’s hard coming home from work not having you there to greet me, I walk into the dining room where your bed used to be and expect to see you there playing around in your bed. I don’t see that no more and that makes me really sad.
I used to like coming home and sitting with you watching telly while mum was cooking tea, you used to interrupt me, rubbing ya head on my leg and wanting me to pet you and wanting to give me kisses.
Mum and dad miss you loads to, although they don’t show it cause they are afraid to upset me even more. I hope you know that they are thinking about you, just as I am.
We miss you greatly Mac and will never forget you, you will always be in our hearts.