How I miss your sweet face my beloved little Gman....
How I miss your sweet face as you would hear me waking and crawl over to me to get a back scratch, lying on top of my stomach stretched out waiting for a scratch or rub under the neck. You would kiss me with your little face on my nose....how I wish one more time....
Your little tail would wag so fast I thought you were going to take off. Your sweet face would smile at me, wake up Mom morning is going by fast...it is time to get up and take our morning walk.
I would think, wouldn't it be nice to lay in bed and not have to get out and get dressed and go out in the cold to take you for a walk. I would get up get dressed, your little body would be eager to head outside on our daily walk so you could pee on everything and sniff out squirrels or whatever else caught your fancy. How I wish we could still take our walk...
I would walk behind you and watch you, thinking I could be inside in the nice warm house, but we are out in the cold, cold weather walking. Your little tail would go back and forth, your springy little steps that I adored, and sometimes laughed at to myself when I watched you look around the street that we walked on mostly every day, to see what was going on and what you could pee on. Oh how you loved to go for a walk. You unintentionally kept me sane, making me go for a walk, helped me get some exercise. I miss our times together, and wish just one more time, your sweet little face would look into mine eager for our walk, and you would kiss me on the nose, trying to get me to move. Your little tail wagging so fast.
Then let's remember your love of big band music of the 40's, you especially the sound of horns. I remember you howling when the horns or trumpets sounded in a song and we would laugh because you looked so cute. I could get you to howl just saying your name, your brother Scruffy would join in. We must have sounded like a pack of wild wolves, howling at the moon. Oh I wish we could do that one more time.
I miss the sound of the tap, tap, tapping of your tiny feet, following me everywhere I went. Making sure I was still around, even following me into the bathroom, what were you thinking.....You wanted to be everywhere we were, just within sight in case we moved, or headed to the kitchen, that magic place food appeared. I miss the smell of your doggy breath as you leaned in to give me a lick, or the feel of your little paw, scratching at my hand or arm to give you a rub, how you loved your neck rubbed.
I hope you are getting all the love you deserve in heaven and that you are getting walked and rubbed till I can be there to do it again....I miss you so much, your were my best friend, my little buddy...rest in peace, run in the sun, till we meet again, my sweet little Gman.