Sixteen years.
Sixteen years we had that girl, that's a lot of years of one's life, all of her life, really, and when that person, or dog, that love of ones' life is gone, that's a big hole, a hole that will never be filled.
One starts to think about mortality, our own and others.
I will miss her, that little nipper. Her name was Faith, and we buried her in the semi-frozen ground out back by the garden. I can see her make-shift headstone that Helen stuck in the ground from my rocker in the kitchen. I still get choked up every time I gaze upon it.
And that's how it should be, at least for me.
In a small way she reminds me of my humanity, about unconditional love with no strings attached. If I could love the world half as much as she loved me, I would be a much better man.
Goodbye again, Faith. I'm hoping God has a special place for our close animal friends that we had here on earth, and perhaps once again I can clip on her leash and take her for another walk around the yard, like we did, every morning.
I will miss her, that little nipper. Her name was Faith, and we buried her in the semi-frozen ground out back by the garden. I can see her make-shift headstone that Helen stuck in the ground from my rocker in the kitchen. I still get choked up every time I gaze upon it.
And that's how it should be, at least for me.
In a small way she reminds me of my humanity, about unconditional love with no strings attached. If I could love the world half as much as she loved me, I would be a much better man.
Goodbye again, Faith. I'm hoping God has a special place for our close animal friends that we had here on earth, and perhaps once again I can clip on her leash and take her for another walk around the yard, like we did, every morning.
1 comment:
So sorry for the loss of your dear pet. I know that loss and the void in the house when they are gone.
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