I am so sorry. little girl, I have to start letting go. It has just been a month since I first threw the first spadeful of dirt on your shroud, which I made out of your favorite blanket.
I will never forget you. You came along in a time when I doubted my ability to love anyone or anything other than myself. I had two boys, and my third son had not long been born. It may have been that I felt shut out, or it may just have been that I felt that I wasn't receiving enough love. Whatever, you changed that in an instant!
From the moment when you, at four weeks of age, when the other pups were still crawling around blindly, helplessly, stood up in your box and LOOKED at me, I was helplessly in love. I have never looked any creature in the eyes and felt such an instant connection. It was a conection which lasted until that last morning, when I had to finally let you go, when I had to watch the light dim in those loving eyes, feel your tiny heart beat for the last time.
I have to go on, Bitsy. I have duties as a father, a husband, and owner of other pets. I don't know why this week has been so hard, but it has. It may have been from seeing the raindrops fall on your grave...you SO hated a bath...it may have been the dream where you were walking and dancing again, I don't know. What I DO know is that you hated Daddy being upset. I know that you would not like seeing me crying all of the time. So, little girl, I have to start letting go of the pain, but I know that you will understand that I will never let go of you!
Daddy
a photo sulking after you had a bath!