Punky-bear,
Got through my day without tears, little tough-girl. The clouds were dark, the skies lowered,but the rain held back and so did I. The heavens taunted me,but I just kept thinking of all your courage. The memory of your unfailing high spirits buoyed me through my whole day. Then when I got home there was a card from the people at A&M, signed by the staff, and the students and the Docs, just saying they remembered, and they were so sorry. What an impression you made on them...The tears started flow then. What an impression you made on me.
Knowing you've got your little legs back ( to go with your little wings ) has kept the grief at bay a little...this 12 months since I last saw your face. The memory of our long trip to the hospital, when we were still learning about each other a bit, reminds me what I can bear if I have to. We put up a fight didn't we, and for our reward two more years of happy mornings, two more years of Daddy's smiles.
I feel you there, my baby. I feel that sharp little nudge from your nozzle, in the wee hours when the house is quiet...Do me a favor and give your Dad a little goose now and then. He loves you so. And though I can't see or hear it, I know what Birgie's sees when she vacates the utility room when the washer's running. It's you isn't it...throwing yourself at it...just as before. Just for old times...because I know for now your sheep are elsewhere, and I must try to keep this other flock in some semblance of order, but we'll stand side by side again. Til then...
Love,
Mom