Happy birthday Miss Sheba. You would have been 16 today. I still have all of your pictures up at my desk at work. I cannot take them down. Some day we will see each other again. Until then, "never to part, baby of mine".
Mom, Dad and Maya sprinkled some of my ashes up at the cabin this last Sunday. They picked a nice grassy spot that the boat ramp to the Cedar River is normally hooked to. They also sprinkled a little in the river to be carried down stream.
I was there watching over them.
Mom remembered the times I spent with her up at the cabin. The time I ate too much ham and drank to much river water . . . I ran up to her, her brother and dad and puked everything up on them!
The better times when I would run free out in the fields. The time when dad was flying a kite and I was running below it, chasing it and barking like crazy.
I had a lot of special times up at the cabin. Now, I am there forever in the wind, trees, grass and river.
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.