Two Years Gone

Dear Shellies,

It's hard to believe that two years have gone by since I lost you. There have been a lot of changes since last year. Rosie, Shelly and I have moved again...this time pretty far away. I haven't been able to come back to visit you yet, but I will soon. We have a blended family now, May-may, a big crazy German Shepherd lives with us now. She and Rosie had a few scrapes while getting used to living together, but we brought a trainer in to help us and they are getting along much better now...well at least Rosie knows not to mess with her.

Shelly reminds me more of you as time goes by...I'm still thinking that maybe you moved into her body...though she's a lot more fond of destroying toys than you ever were. But she loves to jump up and give lots of hugs and kisses like you, and she's still as stubborn as ever about coming inside like a certain Shellies. She's definitely fitting her namesake.

Rosie still misses you. After we moved she found an old collar of yours. She sniffed it, picked it up in her mouth, took it to the bed and rested her chin on it with a sigh and just pouted for a while. You were her best pal and such a great sister. Shelly tries, but it's not quite the same. Rosie does love her though, and plays with her a lot. But you'll always be her bestest sister.

We have your picture on the mantle so while we warm ourselves by the fire we can see you and remember all the good times we had together.

Here's something cosmic that happened this past year. I was in a bad car accident over the summer. The back of my car was smashed in and I got pushed into another car. Going back to see the wreck a few days later I looked at the impact and thought it didn't look normal considering how hard I was hit. Instead of being shoved all the way in the rear was bent up with the fender facing straight up. I looked underneath and saw the gas tank was dented a little, right where the fender was bent. I thought that might have had something to do with Shelly's crate that I had been keeping in the trunk. Sure enough, when the trunk was opened at the salvage yard the crate was completely wedged in. They couldn't get it out. If it hadn't been there the gas tank would have been crushed and possibly ripped open which could have sparked and exploded. Instead of just having a fracture and some problems with leg pain I could have been blown sky high. If you hadn't passed away I wouldn't have adopted Shelly and had that crate in the trunk. So, you saved me again my Shellies. But I still wish that lady I lived with hadn't been so stupid as to leave you and Rosie in the front yard alone so you had time to dig your way out and escape. This was just a miracle that our Creator did that resulted because He chose to take you from me. At least now it makes a little more sense.

I just wish you were here with us so I could hug you and play with you, and so Rosie could snuggle with her sister again. We miss you so much, girl. Thanks for helping to look out for me, and the rest of us. We will always love you.

Love,
Dad, Rosie, and Shelly.

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