October 20th 2009 8:35 am
[ Leave A Comment ]

This past Thursday marked 6 months since I was torn from my mommies and crossed the bridge. I can't believe it's been half a year already. As time goes by it seems to go faster. I watch my mama and she still cries. I try to go to her...I am there and hope she can feel my presence. Maybe that's when she stops crying and starts laughing about the funny things I used to do. She insists I was perfect...but her friend is quick to point out what a terror I was as a puppy....all the door frames she had to replace, the objects I ate, the fursis's I sent to surgery. But mama insists on remembering how I was the best dog in the world. As much as I would love that to be so, Mama, I was quite the challenge, just as Edith and Mr. Perkins are now. They cannot live up to unrealisted idealized memories...they are not the perfect me you remember. It's not fair to put that burden on them. They are just puppies.

I watch and laugh at the struggles mama thinks she is going through for the first time...not remembering this is really the second time around. She has put those aggravating times out of her mind all out of love for me. And she will do the same years from now. Such is the cycle of love and life.

To my mama....I love you with all my heart...for all you did for me...for what you refused to do....for what you remember...and for what you refuse to. I am by you yesterday today and tomorrow. Good luck with those little ones you call "The monsters"....and cut them some slack. They will be perfect in your eyes one day...if not already. You just have to allow yourself the room for all of us.

Love,
Your friend for ever-
~Nikita