Baby Dog

I woke up this morning and walked into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch and my dad was standing at the door. My mom looked at our dog, Baby, whom we've had for at least 13 years, and said to say good bye. Ouch.

It's so strange and hard to let go. You cry and you think, caught up in emotion. Sometimes it's slightly hard to breathe and to process what is going on around you. Gosh, I'll miss Baby, she was a wonderful dog. All that I can do now is to know she has returned back to God, to Good, to Energy. I love you Baby dog.

Letting go has never been one of my strong points and to tell the truth I haven't had to let go of many of my dear ones. One friend commited sucide. One person that I knew from Elementary school was accidentally shot by his little brother. I've lost cats and dogs and fish and birds and rats. I lost my great grandma, though I never knew her. It's still hard though, for all of them. They were once a shining light here on earth but are no longer on this plain of existance. They are still part of me.


Remember
Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or to pray.
Yet if you should forget me for awhile
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.