Dear God
When I get to Heaven, can I play Frisbee with my halo?



I miss you coming in the computer room where you would lay by my feet. It is so lonely now. Sometime you would come and sit by me, and with your little paw you would reach for my arm and look at me. I knew what you wanted. I would tell you "I love you baby" and sometimes that was all you wanted and other times I would get down on the floor, pet you and tell you how much I love you and play with you. There are so many precious memories of you in my heart and mind. You loved to travel with us and your first long trip was to Georgia to visit Jack...I will never forget it, you were only 9mos old-it was about a 10 hour drive...Each time we stopped in a rest area I would take you on the leash so you could use the bathroom...I just couldn't get you to go ...I was so worried, and when we got to Jack's house you still wouldn't go for about another hour or so...but when you finally did went and went and went...I thought you'd never stop! You have become the best little traveler. As long as you were with mommy and daddy you were happy, regardless of where we would go. You took many more trips to Georgia with us as the years went by. You loved Jack and Rick so much too. April 85, Rick was sent to Germany. He had spent quite a bit of time with you when we first got you and really got to love you. One day he called us from Germany, we put his call on the speaker phone so everybody could here. That was a bad mistake. You went crazy little girl, you couldn't understand why you could hear Rick's voice but yet you couldn't see him.. You kept running from the bedroom (where the phone was) to the front door. You were crying looking for Rick. Needless to say, we never used the speaker phone again. Rick came back in 1987 and spent a month here before going to Colorado. You wouldn't leave him alone. You loved him so much, and he loved you the same. I didn't like waking him up, but you, you just couldn't do no wrong. I would open his bedroom door in the morning and let you in. You would jump on his bed and wrestle with him. I miss you so very much. I miss all the little things you used to do, like sit between daddy and me at supper time. This evening, I couldn't help but look down to see if you were there. You liked many people, but a very few were really dear to you-one of them was Debbie and the other Ruth. You always loved Debbie, she would let you kiss her just like I did, and you loved to kiss.
While talking to Jeanne, a while ago, I remembered something you did which was so funny. You loved Josh, our nephew, very much. When he was about 2 years old, he was in our backyard playing, and I guess you wanted to have fun too. So you took your old soccer ball in your mouth, got behind him and pushed him all around the yard. We all had a good laugh, including Josh.
 He still remembers..
You had your very own babysitter-Jeanne. I can't remember for sure what year we started taking you to her. You loved her, but I always felt guilty for leaving you behind. You would refuse your cookie right before I would leave you. I knew you weren't trying to be mean, you just didn't want me to leave you. I knew you were in good hands, a couple of times, some minor incident happened and Jeanne had to get you to the vet. When I would take you to Jeanne, it looked like we were moving. I would take your bed, your snuggle (teddy bear), your dry food, can food, hot dogs, peanut butter (for your medicine) cookies, etc. I also always packed for you the last shirt I wore so you would have a little bit of me with you while I was gone.
For nearly 15 years, you have been my little companion and my best friend. You always knew how I felt and you acted upon it. You were so devoted to us all. I was so lucky to have you around to love, but in no way could I give you more love than you gave me.






Misty-Christmas 1998



Tribute To A Best Friend

Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor...
then I remember,
it's where you used to lie,
but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound...
then I remember...
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours...
your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.
---Author unknown---





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