And so you are gone.
I have to tell you, I am not really sure I understand this death thing. I want to understand it, but it makes zip sense to me and all I know is that it fills me with sadness.
I don't understand death. I do understand life.
You led a good life. No, a great life.
You were loved.
You were cared for.
You were secure and comfortable. Being a Maltese in a Bichon world was fine because everyone loved you.
You never questioned your purpose in life.
You made yourself indispensable.
You were the greeter, the transition master and a friend to every new rescued Bichon.
YOU MADE A DIFFERENCE every day of your life.
Your panache for adding dignity to the hooman costume fetish is legendary. You made rag wearing "fashionable". After watching you, I put up with wings, pig outfits, and all the other crazy rags momma came with.
I don't have to try and remember you. You are embedded into my being. I live out your legacy as every single rescued Bichon At Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue will do.
Yes, you are missed. And each time you are remembered, both sadness and a smile will coexist. Sad that you are not here, a smile because you have been here.
I tried to make a mental list of all the four leggeds I know that have gone. Too many. My head hurts. This year has been horrible. Momma is sure that you are all together. She talks about THE day. The day that she will see all of four leggeds that are at the Rainbow Bridge. I want to believe momma. I want to believe that you are all together at the biggest bash ever. I need to believe that right now. Listen, if you see Katie and Gracie and Rudy and Kody and Henry and Ziggy, and Ru oh my... too many more TBFR dogs and blogging friends... If you see any of them, please wag and wiggle for me.
I promise to kiss your momma and daddy and try to comfort them. Please continue to be their angel. I need to go and be held right now.
Ahhh we are sorry. Run free sweetie
Lily & Edward
Tears...we are so sorry.
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