11 years ago you came into this world. You were so sick, and your momma sicker.. she didn't make it, but you pulled through, and 4 weeks later I was blessed with your presence in my life. From that day on I could never even imgine life without you in it - and now I'm forced to live it. I would give absolutely anything to hold you right now.. to wish you a happy birthday and unwrap your birthday treat with you at my heels barking at me to hurry up. I hope that someone up there does it for me. Maybe a pigs ear or a great BIG steak bone.
The vet sent me a garden stone yesterday.. it has your sweet little paw print. Oh, how I cherish that print. It will never go outside, it rests where you rest. Safe from the weathering storms. My heart still completely aches for you, and my arms still feel so empty.. the guilt still runs deep... but I know you are happy, and healthy again, and that the decision was made not for me, but for you. Today I will celebrate your birthday by going to the SPCA and presenting them with a check in your name. I will also bring a large bag of dog treats, and cat treats, so that each canine and feline who is stuck in that place can have a little of your sunshine on this day - your 11th birthday. Lord knows you brought me so much sunshine... While my heart is breaking today I will remember you as you were and not how you died. That tumor might have taken you from me but my precious memories will never die. I will smile through my tears today. And blow you happy birthday kisses seeing as how I can't reach you right now. It's only temporary.
Happy birthday, sweet boy. I miss you more than words can say...