Dear Molly,
Today started like one of those days we used to share .. With snow gently falling outside, coffee brewing, and the quiet anticipation of the day ahead. The only difference is I will be working at home due to the weather, and you are not here to keep me company.. curled up by my feet like you always used to. But there's something else on my mind today – memories.
As I brewed my first cup of motivation, I couldn't help but notice a lone needle on the floor by the trash can in the pantry. It must have been hiding there for quite some time and dislodged from its spot when I recently moved some things around. It brought tears to my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away. You remember those needles, right? I hated sticking you with them every week. It was a necessary routine to keep you with us longer than anyone expected, considering your battle with Addison's Disease. But even though it was necessary, it never got any easier.
It's strange how memories, even the not-so-pleasant ones, are missed after death. I think it's because those moments were a part of us.. a testament to the love and care we shared. Finding that needle today brought back a flood of emotions. I suppose it's normal to have such a reaction, right? Or maybe I'm just plain weird.
I tossed the needle into the trash, took a deep breath, and sat down to write this letter. Writing things out seems to help, just like it did when I used to jot down notes about your treatments and progress. It's a way of moving on, I guess.
I miss you every day, Molly. There's an emptiness that only your wagging tail and warm presence used to fill. The routine of those needles was a small price to pay for the joy and companionship you brought into our lives. So here I am, reminiscing and trying to find solace in the memories we shared.
We hope you're in a better place,
Free from pain. You'll always have a special place in our hearts, little girl.
Miss you dearly,
Love you lots..
Daddy and Mommy
Lost Companions
Poem By BD Miller
In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Two loyal hearts once roamed the day.
With fur like silk, and eyes so bright,
They danced through meadows bathed in light.
Through fields of green and rivers wide,
Together, two faithful souls did stride.
Bound by a love that knew no end,
Two dogs, forever, a steadfast friend.
In seasons' dance, from spring to fall,
Their tales of joy, a cherished ball.
Through winters cold and summer's heat,
Their paw prints left, a bond complete.
But time, relentless, took its toll,
And shadows cast upon each soul.
In twilight's hush, they slipped away,
Leaving echoes of their playful play.
No more the bark, no more the chase,
A quiet void, a somber space.
Yet in the silence, memories bloom,
A garden of love, in nature's room.
Underneath the moonlit sky,
Their spirits linger, never to die.
In every rustling of the leaves,
The memory of two hearts retrieves.
Oh, lost companions, loyal and true,
In realms unknown, where dreams accrue.
Forever remembered, forever missed,
Two souls departed, yet never dismissed.