by Sara Costello
It was a year ago tomorrow that my little baby boy slipped away from me. He was turning one that day, and we were going to the park before work as a special treat. Somehow he got away without his leash to say hi to someone crossing the street, and the car didn't even stop. He didn't make a sound, and stood bravely on the ride to the vet. I wonder what he thought as he watched the world rush by for that last morning, and whether he was scared. An hour later he had left for good, his lungs were bleeding and there was nothing they could do to stop it. I won't forget my disbelief or the desperate emptiness at his departure. A year ago tonight as I came home to be greeted by him for the last time he was sitting in the window of the second floor and he looked like he was floating - He looks like an angel! I exclaimed. and now he is. So, now I must go home this evening and I bring with me the still raw memory of that day and his loss. Even one year later its difficult. But I am always thankful for the times we had together! Raise hell, Jake - we miss you.