I came into two sobbing boys at 11pm last night. They were missing their puppy Bubba. I got Bubba when I was pregnant with Austin (oldest child) and he died last year. We still aren't over the loss. He was the family pet. We had him for 12 years. Than the past 5 years of his life we shared him with my parents. Mostly because where we lived we couldn't have him. But also because he was getting old and his body wasn't functioning as good as it used to, and their house was easier on his old bones. I tried to tell them how I had night terrors before he ever died... dreams that he died & I felt bad that I didn't give him enough attention. He was my first baby. When I was having a bad day, he was always loyal and there. Last night I was peppered with questions... "But where is he NOW? Will I recognize him in Heaven? What about YOU Mommy - are you going to be an adult or grown up in Heaven?? Am I going to Heaven? I miss BUUUBBBAA *SOB sob hiccup."
I came on this poem that sums it up nicely..I don't know if it's true or not... but I love it...
stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the milk
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
""It's possible for me to be so near you every day
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away.""
You sat there very quietly, then smiled; I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
And say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to be with me.
~Author Unknown~
I came on this poem that sums it up nicely..I don't know if it's true or not... but I love it...
stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the milk
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
""It's possible for me to be so near you every day
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away.""
You sat there very quietly, then smiled; I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
And say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to be with me.
~Author Unknown~
