by Pat
(Canada)
My Blue was a Siberian Husky. I remember the day we got him. It was a beautiful winter day and my husband and daughter and I were coming home from my daughter's skating competition. We saw a sign saying Huskey Races and decided to drop in. No sooner did we enter the grounds then a man stopped our car. He was holding the most beautiful puppy I had ever seen. He was pure white with magnificent blue eyes - he become our Blue.
From the moment we brought him home he was trouble. He chewed and chased the cat and did all the other puppy things. I was the one who looked after him from day one. But no matter what he did I couldn't help loving him. He crept into my heart so quickly it was scary. For 15 years and eight months he was my baby. I took him everywhere with me and the family.
In his final year I noticed that he was losing weight and losing interest in his toys and life in general. I pampered him, hand fed him and helped him up to go outside. Finally I had to make the most difficult decision of my life - it was so hard. When he was gone I wished that he would come and give me a sign that he was alright. I cried and still cry everyday for him. I miss him so much.
About a week ago I woke up in the night and heard his collar jingle. His collar had tags on it so when he moved it jingled. I woke up my husband and asked if he had heard Blue's chain - he said no. No sooner did I say that when I heard his collar jingle again as plain as day. My husband didn't hear it but I did. I believe that Blue was telling me that he was okay. I believe that Blue is still in my house. I find tuffs of his hair in places that I have cleaned just minutes before. I believe that Blue and I will meet again in Heaven. I miss him so much.
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