Friday, June 7, 2019
My beautiful beautiful gift from God, I remember when I first saw you, so tiny you could sit in the palm of my hand. You had speckling on your chest in the shape of a perfect cross, and I knew then you would be special, so I called you Caleb, the faithful one. So many times you protected me, watched over me while I recovered from my surgeries, never leaving my side, the empathy in your face, those human looking eyes. You bit my ear every hour after my arm surgery so that I would open my eyes, then you kissed my face, my ear and my hand and gave me a cookie, nudging me until I pretended to eat it, and went back to sentry duty standing guard in front of me. You could mimic me and say "I Love You" back to me and I must admit, that scared the heck out of the first time you said it. You made designs with your toys and cookies, that resembled the rays of the sun, you lined cookies on top of me while I slept from my head to my feet, you kept moving the kitchen chair over to the counter to get to your box of cookies, opened any door unless it was locked, opened my underwear draw and ate a piece of every one of my Victoria Secret panties. You hid my keys under you when you didn't want me to leave for work, jumped up to dance with me when I played Salsa, showered me with hugs and kisses. You jumped up and skipped to me even when I just came back even from just going to the grocery store. You always held the side of my face with your paw and would kiss my ear and you knew so so many words it was if I was talking to a 5 year old. You were poetry in motion when you ran and it reminded me of watching a pure bred horse, then you would leap high into the air when a bird flew over and prance back over to me to do what I don't know "cook it for you". You were a good hunter, and if we were in the wilderness I would have never starved. God knew what was going to happen in my life to me, and he sent me an angel to get me thought it. I honored his gift to me by taking you on many many vacations, spoiled you, you never wanted to eat your food on the floor, so it was either on the table with you on the chair or you wanted me to spoon feed you. I loved you as if you were my own child because you really didn't act much like a dog, except for digging the 30 holes in the backyard which made it look like a mini gold course which mum had to fill in. Mum loved playing with you with your what at last count, 200 toys which you knew by name. You slept next to me for the almost 14 years of your life, taking most of the Queen size bed and you always left me just one pillow out of 6 and pretended you were sleeping by snoring and opening up an eye then snoring again so you would not have to move. You put your paw in my hand when we slept, and I woke up to you draped around my head, on my stomach or spooning with me. I saved your life 3 years ago when you had diabetes w/ acute ketoacidosis and were on the brink of death, and I nursed you back to life spoon feeding you bone broth, and staying with you all day even past visiting hours until you could come home telling you don't worry, mum will fix. I gave you cataract surgery when you lost your eyesight 2 months after getting diabetes, I fixed it every time you were sick, but this time, mum couldn't fix you, I tried baby, oh God I tried, I got two small meals into you, grandma's special chicken soup, but in a few hours I couldn't get even a syringe of water in you, you already had the IV fluid for the day, antibiotics, stomach and pain medication, and you were shutting down, then you couldn't breath, and you cried out, and mum was screaming and gave you mouth to mouth and baby CPR and you came back for just a moment and I told you one last time that I love you, I love you mommy's sweet child. God has called you back to his side.
