" Peter Pan "
Nov. 1991 ---- Aug. 6 1999
From the time I took you home I knew that one day
you'd leave me. So I called you Peter Pan hoping you'd be a
little boy forever. I'm so sorry that I couldn't keep you young
and from getting sick. I miss you so much.
You were with me for seven and a half years it's going to take a
long time to get used to the fact that you're not going
to be around anymore. I hope every single one of my tears
reaches you as a kiss on your soft little forehead.
I would trade all of the phone cords in the world just to have
you back home healthy. I hope I never forget how you'd chase
the vacuum cleaner knock over unsuspecting cats try to eat
your way through anything that was in your way instead of
going around it how you'd stomp your feet to let me know
who was boss scare grown adults with your growl and charge
at them just because you felt like it.
I'll never forget how you'd trick your vets into thinking
you were behaving and then when they'd let their guard down,
you'd try to jump over their shoulders to safety or
how you'd 'tolerate' taking a bath.
I saw you claim your property by rubbing your chin on
anything you loved. I waited and waited for you to do this to me.
Finally a week before you died you did.
If it took a lifetime for you to accept me I'm glad I hung in there.
I'll miss you so much bunny boy!
I'm sorry I wasn't with you when you died I'm sorry for so many
things I just wish you were here so I could
kiss your belly one more time.
Marci
| Peter Pan |
| Marci |