Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sixteen years ago, in September, I first got to know you as a palm-sized puppy, smaller than the dish I fed you milk in. You were shorter than one step of the staircase and it took all your courage to jump from step to step. Chasing empty coke bottles across the garden, jumping over and under the bushes, dashing across the fish pond bridge. You were a common, constant fixture through the many changes in life. No matter moving house 4 times in 6 years, home was always where i could hear the tapping of your paws, have my legs snuffled at by your wet nose, and rest my hands on your smooth silky fur.
Last year, in September, you were sent to the vet to be put down because of throat cancer. I was lucky, I had your companionship for 15 wonderful years. I really regret not taking more pictures of you, with you, because I have so few tangible memories of those times. The smell of your doggy breath, the texture of your fur and the joyous sounds of your barking hover just beyond the edge of my ability to grasp, and I so fear that with each passing year, I will be less and less able to remember.
I look forward to the day I can see you waiting for me at the gates of my mansion in heaven, wagging your little stubby tail furiously as always. I'll make sure to request Jesus for an extra-large garden for you to run in, lots and lots of your favourite dog food in the larder, and many many containers of yoghurt in the fridge for you to lick clean. And I promise to put everything down and play squeaky toy with you.
You will always be my favourite pet.. I love you and I miss you so much.