goodbye, my sweet girl...

You came to us at Christmas, 2005, as a precious bouncing 7 week old, making one 9 year old boyheart burst with joy and happiness. And now, 6 1/2 years later, that same boyheart is breaking.

I'll never ever know what you were chasing so intently, but why, why did you have to chase it into the road? I've never seen you do that before.  That young girl never even saw you coming. There was nothing anyone could do.

How I wish I could have stopped you. Instead, I got you back home and woke up my boy to tell him.  He is taking it hard, because there is nothing like a boy and his dog.

And now you're sleeping that long sleep, not far from Pumpkin. Who would believe that I would have a pet graveyard here, before we've even been here a year? If I had known, I never would have moved here. Yes, you would have been worth it.

Now we have days to come where we will look for you marching your patrol, and you won't be there. I'll scrape some leftovers into a pan for you, before I realize that you aren't there to eat them. Hellboy will eat from a bowl on the porch and wonder why you aren't taking it away from him. And Dillon will mow the yard and walk the woods and find your rubber tiger or a tennis ball in the grass, and wish you were with him.

I love you, sweet Chrissy. I will miss you more than I even know now. I'm so glad I had my coffee on the back porch with you this morning, and threw your toy for you a few times. I'll always remember how happy you were...

See you at the Rainbow Bridge. XOXO