I don't believe in a god or heaven.
But.
For her.
Let there be one.
For her.
Let the grass be so green, and the water so fresh.
Plenty of room to run around.
Let there be so many treats.
Maybe she'll finally feel comfortable chasing after a ball.
I hope she sees Twitch and Benny.
I hope it's so much better than when she was ever alive.
And one day, we'll see eachother again.
She'll rush up to me and wiggle her entire body against me.
"It's so good to see you again" I say through tears as I bend down to pet her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to say goodbye"
I'm so sorry I'm not there.
I wish I was there.
God given grief indeed.
She's old, I know and in pain.
It's the right thing to do.
I just didn't think it would happen so soon.
(We've had her a long time).
She's seen so many versions of me and loved every one.
Pets truly are loyal without a doubt.
I miss her.
When I see her again, I'll let her lay on me and I'll pat her little head.
She can nap on me for eternity if she desired.
For her.
(My mom called me and informed me that my childhood dog will be put down tomorrow.)
I am a mess.
Bawling like a child.
As my mom tells me it's the cycle of life and that all things die.
But I'm never there.
I never get to say goodbye.
Or I love you.
My silly boxer girl.
I love you and rest well beautiful.
I hope your days and nights are wonderful.
I love you and I'll see you again.
I love you and I miss you.
I hope you'll stay happy and healthy.
If there is a god, please.
Take care of her.
She's such a good girl.
She is the best girl.
Please.
For her.
You did a good job Copper.
I'm sure you're tired, you did so good.
Please rest now.
I'll be waiting for you.
Always.
