Wednesday, July 20, 2011
11pm and I've tried to go to sleep tonight but can't. I'm watching the flashes of lightning and listening to the low rumble of thunder. And I provide the rain in the form of tears that won't stop. I so miss my boy. I so miss him. I'm out of bed and carefully walking across the dark room so as not to step on my black pup who blends into the darkness at night.
Won't need to worry about that anymore.
Quince, are you up in heaven sleeping on a cloud? Are you happy now that you are free of the pain? What is it like up there? An endless supply of Milk Bones with the added bonus of never gaining that dratted Labrador weight? Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Whose feet are you sleeping on tonight? Did you collapse against someone else's feet and look up at her as lovingly as you did me?
Did you run your legs off today? You certainly did while you were here on earth. Dashing to the end of the driveway with a quick look over your shoulder to acknowledge that you were indeed, being naughty but simply couldn't help yourself. "Bye! I'm off to make my "treat rounds" of the neighborhood. I'll be back after I've visited with my buddies!"
The house is far too silent, Quinny. I miss the sound of the dog door, of you slurping up your water one huge gulp after another, of you barking at the wildlife that I can't see or hear in the dark.
Thank you for your friendship, My Love. For your eager grin and wagging tail. Thank you for being my buddy who never picked a fight, never disappointed me, never delivered less than what I needed or expected. Thank you for being my goofy boy.
I love you my Little Man.