Dear
Checkie,
Here we're once again. You, close by my side in the bed we three have
shared for over eleven years.
How I think of the
first day we saw you. Your Pop watched you climb to the top of the mountain
your brothers made with their little bodies cuddled together and you at the top
of the heap.
"That dog is bright. If he were
human he be a lawyer. That's it. That
dog is for me!"
The rest is history ... the history of the
Jack Russell terrier that took off with our hearts. Your quirks that puzzled
us. Your psychosis with the opening of soda cans. The crazy twirling, jumping and barking every
time you heard the pop! I will never stop seeing you at the pop of a can.
How can we ever go again to the
mountains and not remember the eight years of making you fall scarves and your
pillow case to match? You rode on my lap on that pillow all the way to Georgia.
An extension of ourselves. A limb easily grafted into our lives by your
constant adoration. A limb soon to be ripped from us. Checkers, dear Checkie,
my Checkie....
Dear Mom,
Mom, don't you know? I can understand
you now! Since the last time we saw my vet something happened! That mumbled
jumble of blah,blah,blah, then, the
understood word, treats! The sounds made, like gibberish, I can understand all of
it now MOM! No more blah, blah, blah. But Mom why do you and Pop keep leaking?
Every time you bend down and kiss me I feel it Mom. Something like a leaky
faucet. Mom, you got to get that fixed. And, Mom ... what do you mean by
holding me and whispering?
"Checkie, I'm leaving a bell on our
front door. Hoping and praying that when my turn comes they send you to get me.
Gotta get your wings, my little buddy."
Dear Checkie,
Had to write again. Can't say too
much around you. It seems different now. Almost like you understand. It helps
to write you letters. Oh, my doggy, tomorrow is the day. Your Pop has chosen a
place of rest for you that we can see sitting in the pool area. We know how
much you loved to swim with us. Oh, Checkie, the vet will come to us. Too hard
to do this in a frigid office. Our Little Muscle....
Dear Mom,
Mom, I got a big ball heavy on
my butt. It drags me down. Why am I so sleepy, Mom? I don't like my food. Well,
maybe still like chicken. Mom, why don't you smile anymore? Your leak is worse
Mom. Mom, I love you Mom. Feel funny.
Gotta be around you now. Closer. Something's happening to me. Want to be on
you, Mom. Or Pop.
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