You became an integral part of my life when I needed you the most.
I became a widow. Grief followed me. Constant shadow .
….and then you arrived. Lucky Buster. My canine grandson. You gave love and kisses from day one.
A few more weeks and you would have lived to be 14. A warrior fighter cancer twice.
You died when I was at the beach in North Carolina with 15 Virginia family and friends. You were in the hospital with Mommy and Danielle . They saw you lift your head up, as if to say goodbye as you left for The Rainbow Bridge🌈. They kissed you.
You gave unconditional love. Unlimited kisses whenever I asked .
It was my good fortune to take care of you whenever your family went away.I loved our times together. Walking in Central Park and chatting on a bench. Always time for kissing and snuggling.
The last time I stayed with you was our last time together. 10 wonderful days, even though you were on 9 medications. You weren’t in pain. Just fighting, and you were frisky too.
But, you knew it was our last time.
There was never a time you didn’t kiss me. I held you and said to kiss me if you would be there in August.
You wouldn’t kiss me.
Lucky forever missed , forever loved. Gama
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened .” Anatole French