Your Pet Loss Diaries

Dec 24, 2011

by Sun
(Santa Fe, TX)

My dearest golden boy,

It’s the first and second Christmas Eve without you by my side. Heaven knows how much I miss you, for it is pouring down non-stop raining, as if to echo my heartache and sadness of your absence.
So many things I never got to do with you and for you, because our time together had abruptly run out one year and one week ago. The beautiful images of you, especially the last morning hours you ever so faithfully stayed right next to me, are one of countless best gifts you’ve given me.

Sometimes, I still expect you to walk through the door, sit by me, tell me that everything is going to be alright, and take my worries and fears away, although I know it's not meant to be. I look out the driveway that you walked into my life on one bright sunny Spring day, to see if you are out there again. I look at the door to see if you are not standing there by any chance. I look around the yard to see even your shadow. Finally, at night I look up the sky and pray for your happiness, and pray for our strength and peace.

Then, Charlie, my guardian angel, I realize, time and again, that you have answered all my prayers and much more. So, on this Christmas Eve, I want to thank you for your most precious gifts, giving Bud and Duke the strength to stay with me because you knew I would not be strong enough for more emptiness, and bringing Leya and her loving Mom into our lives because you knew we would be overjoyed with the most loving extended family on earth.

Tonight, I will be counting all the blessings that we have, all because of your, Leya’s and your auntie Diana’s pure love--the very best Christmas gift...

Charlie, I know you will be home for Christmas and more, so I will save “Merry Christmas” until then.

Love, Mom