Home Again

I came home today.

Mommy was sad that I was ashes in an oak box. But I'm home again.

I got sick last week Wednesday night. Mommy took me to the doctor on Thursday and never got to bring me home, until today. She put me and my box by my picture she has of me. It's really a nice little shrine on a chest. She even bought me a special Pointsetta that she will keep alive forever. I know Mommy and Daddy miss me so terribly. But maybe they can help save another doggie in the future.

Poor Brandy wanders around on Mommy & Daddy's heals, wondering where I am and why they are so sad.

Poor Daddy held me as I died. He kept me comfortable and I felt very content and secure when they put me to sleep. I hope he gets over the guilt he feels. I am better off with God than surgery to remove the large tumor from my belly, just to recuperate and then get sick again and die anyway in a few months. Daddy still thinks it was the wrong thing to do and wishes he had me back... Well, now he does. I'll be with him forever in his memories.

Mommy will learn to move around the house without trying to avoid stepping on me. Brandy will learn to live without my growl from under the covers when she jumps on the bed. And Daddy will learn to live without me bugging him everytime he opens the refridgerator. They all will learn to live without me physically running around. They will remember the good times we had as a family. They will learn the lessons and move on to give Brandy a good and loving home, as always.

To my dogster pals: I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye until now.

God bless!

Maggy

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