Our Shelby Jean by Bill Krause

Our Shelby Jean

by Bill Krause

It is now 2 years, 9 months and 5 days since we lost our Furry Daughter. I still miss my companion.....my sidekick......my baby. I still feel the emptiness as I long for the smiling pooch who would welcome me as I arrived home from work. The emptiness I feel is the hole in my heart that will never heal. There are days when I firmly believe she is still with us. And in times of need, we feel her warm presence....watching over us....comforting us. Wanting to ease our pain. But the sadness lingers. And it still hurts. And that pain will never go away. For Shelby, she will have no more pain.....no more sickness. In that, we take comfort. Her white hairs still cling to the collar that hangs on the rear view mirror of our car. Her picture stays attached to the visor which has been there since the day she was put to sleep. Her picture still hangs above the mantel. Below the picture is the box which holds our baby's ashes. Every day I find myself repeating the process I followed when Shelby was with us. Each morning as I would get up from bed, check the chair next to the bed, the foot of the bed and the living room couch. Wherever she was, I would say good morning, rub her belly and pat her on the head. I can still see her on the couch....flat on her back....her front paws straight up in the air. Only if....... Today, everyday, I walk over to the mantel, touch and kiss the ashes of my Shelby Jean and say good morning. I know she hears me. A day has not gone by, that I haven't called her name just to let her know how much we miss her. I would give anything to have her lick away my tears or see her lying on the floor in front of the TV. I try to remember the good times we had with our baby and it does make me smile. But the day she was put to sleep will burn in my mind forever. I miss her so much. But I know she will never leave us. Pets touch our lives in their own special ways, and remain forever in the warmest corners of our hearts. Until we meet again..............

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