Farewell, Sweet Baby
Our first meeting, I will admit you shocked me by your unruliness. Your manic attack at a window when a volunteer at the rescue walked out the door.
Oh, no. He is too much.
Circumstances changed, the King (Schemie) passed away.
A month and a half later, we reconnected. When one door closes, another door opens.
He, so full of life and joy, moved on in. That manic behavior when someone leaves continued for months. I was constantly trying to sneak out the mailbox as he became unglued when I left. Bouncing off the front window, rattling it.
That joy for life, eternally playful personality spilled forth in this home. Everything excited him, everything elicited a smiling laughing reaction. The smallest thing, like me preparing dinner, sent him into a giddy delirium. New stuffies? Oh Lordy, nirvana.
In no time, you became a mama’s boy. Far more than the girls. With each passing year, you curled up near me, then next to me.
Today, I lost the joy and life in this home. And we all feel the absence. The girls are subdued. I am heartbroken.
We will mend with time. I bid my sweet boy a safe journey. I’m certain your Uncle Tommy will watch over you until I join you.