A year ago today I came to the Bridge. It seems like just yesterday, but yeah, it has been a full year. I have been playing like a fool with all of my pack here, and keeping an eye on Mom and Micah from up here. I miss Mom, and I know she misses me like mad, but the most important thing for her to know is that I am happy and I love her and I will be waiting for her when her time comes. She is a little melancholy today, but is handling things well, all things considered. *licks Mom's hand gently*
Today Mom almost cried. She saw some puppies being given away at a yard sale that looked JUST like I did at their age. She just wished she could hug ME one more time when she played with them. I licked her hand and told her that she already had Micah to love and that soothed her. Time helps, but she will never forget me. I know that, and so does she.
Mom just returned home after releasing me to God's hands and the loving care of the Bridge angels. I wish I could be there to let her know I'm OK, but I'm busy settling into my new home. There are angels tossing balls and frisbees- and plenty of pups to race around with. Even cats that don't mind my "TLC". I've already beaten Seva in a short footrace, and am sharing a bowl of kibble with Little Bit. My cousins are coming over later to hang out, and tomorrow I will go hiking with Smiley. Dog this isn't as bad as I was afraid! *Licks everyone and races off to play like she hasn't in ages*
*Mom*
Thanks everyone for your support. Morg went to the Bridge Angels this afternoon, and I am holding up alright so far. Every little thing might set me off, but I am comforted by knowing that it was the right thing to do and that it was the right time. She went very quietly, which helped immensely, and I was able to be there while the sedative kicked in before they gave her the final shot. The last words she heard from me were "I love you, Baby Girl". The best way it could have happened since it had to be.