Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m at the Rainbow Bridge now. It’s so beautiful here – I know you are very sad and your tears feel like the soft, gentle rain that fell while you were burying me this morning, swaddled snugly in the boys’ old bedspread. Please know I’m running and playing like a puppy again. I have no pain. I don’t limp or fall and the rabbits actually let me catch the up here! But I just play with them, because up here, they are special, too. All of God’s creatures are free to run and play without fear. And I am no longer afraid of people with sunglasses.
My nearly 15 years of being a part of our family were the best any puppy could have had. I remember well the day Mom and KT came to pick me up after my birth mom was killed by a car and I had to fight my brothers and sisters for food in that barn. Yes, I was the runt, but KT knew right away I was meant for our family. She and the boys loved me so much; they never turned away my kisses. I always hated it when you sniffed my feet though. I never understood why you thought my feet smelled like Fritos.
Dad, the time we spent together was precious. Like sleeping very late, especially on cold winter mornings. And playing in the yard while you worked so hard to get the pond in tip-top shape for Mom. It’s fitting that I should be physically buried in a place we all love so much. I loved laying under the crab apple tree and just feeling the cool grass on my tummy. (And while you were digging today, I heard you say you felt like Tony Soprano. Stop it, Dad, – not even close)!
I’m really sorry for the “stink bomb” I left on your new suit that day you took me along when you interviewed President Rawlings, just because I was a new puppy and you simply didn’t want to leave me alone. And for all the “pupkiss” I left on the windows of your truck (except I agree with Mom – you never really noticed it). I just wasn’t a very good traveler, but I sure loved being with you! I loved boat rides! And that present I left in your truck on our way up to Dr. Taylor’s today? That was one last special gift to you!
Mom, you were the one who always walked and walked me. Wasn’t that fun? I never got tired! Oh, the places we’d go! And when I got a little lame, you so gently carried me home, even though at almost 60 pounds, I know I was a bit heavy for you. But you just kept saying “You’re not heavy, I’m your mother!” Remember when I ate the entire WonderRoast chicken you bought for Dad, bones and all? And how about when I ate all of Ben’s graduation mints while you guys were at church – and threw them up all over the carpet just before the party? And yet I always felt forgiven, loved, and pampered. Especially these last few months when you made me chicken and vegetable stew since I couldn’t eat my dog food. Not too many puppies have a personal chef. Those sweet potatoes were my favorite!
Yes, you are the best family any puppy could ask for.
You will hear my tags jingle, even now that I’m gone. You are not imagining it. I’m shaking them for you, just to tell you I love you and to keep your chin up. I know you miss me terribly, and I miss you too, but really, I am at peace and romping just like I did in this beautiful video Dad made in memory of me.
Thank you for all of the gentle, loving care. A puppy was never loved as much as I was.