by Zee
My dearest little love, Butch, such a beautiful and fun guy, is now gone. Almost one week now- to the very moment. Who could believe that you wouldn't be here with me? Not I. For almost 13 years you've been my dearest little love. I found you at Macy's in New York City (yup- my own miracle on 34th Street). It was January- and I should have realized you were was probably a Christmas return - LOL. Our joke, right, baby boy? I named you "Blow Away Butch" because you were 'Blow Away' beautiful and 'Butch' because you looked like a Persian sissy. But you was never a sissy- you were was always rough and tumble, and always a handful; demanding (and getting) attention from everyone in the house. Demanding to be let out into your yard. Always the center of attention....And so sweet! How happy it made you to sit and get your head kissed..'Head Butt' we'd say, and you'd throw your head to our mouth. You'd do this as long as we'd play. And at night, sleepy snuggles and kisses.
And how you loved your yard, my darling boy! You were always a victim of your own beauty- if we had let you loose, as you so wanted, you would have been stolen in a New York Minute, so we improvised. We had your harness (your playclothes, we called it), and your long lead, which you would continuously tangle up for the first hour or two until you settled down. We never got to sit still- always untangling your lead. You loved being in the grass in your yard, watching the squirrels or chasing a falling leaf. How can I ever enjoy the yard again without you?
Somehow you always found the fun in any situation.
A new box, a new toy, your catnip plant.. you were always 'up' for any adventure. You were always so brave- you never cowered in fear from noises or new situations. And you loved us all. You always showed it. And you had a sense of humor! I'll never forget your little trick of kissing up to Grammy or Jeff, and then, when I would come downstairs, you'd jump off of them and look at me like you just got there! "Who, me?" you seemed to say, "I wasn't kissing anybody else".
Butch, my darling, you had the unique ability to be sweet and loving, fun and funny, and so self-assured. You could do anything you set your mind to- jump to any height, grab any toy- we called you 'Sure Shot Butch' because of your abilities. You knew we loved you beyond measure. You filled this house with your wonderful presence. It's so empty here without you, Bookie.
I'm so very sorry that I didn't catch your illness sooner. I'm so very sorry that your last few weeks were uncomfortable. You deserved so much better. I will never, ever forgive myself. I'd give anything to have another chance. You saw me through so much- your loving soul comforted me, made me happy. I'm so sorry to have failed you, my baby!
We all miss you so much. We'll never forget you. Ever. Beyond measure, my darling little love, is how precious you have always been to us.