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R.I.P., Beatrice Kiddo
12 years ago
On October 30th, 2013, at 1:53 A.M., my family dog, Beatrice Kiddo, died of Canine Parvovirus.
She was less than a year old, and had been with us for only a few months, maybe half a year.
She was a sweet dog, if a bit stupid, and loved my family with all her heart.
She loved to drag sticks to the doors of the house, and playing with my cat, Neko Angelo, even though she greatly outgrew him.
She died in a loving home, surrounded by people who loved her.
We loved her from the moment we bought her, despite all the problems she brought with her.
She brought energy and happy memories to our home.
She will be greatly missed...and she will always be loved.
I'll miss waking up to see your wagging tail, friend...
I'm sorry I wasn't there to comfort you in the end....
Go in peace, and rest in a better place...
Goddammit, it's really fucking hard to type when you can't stop crying...
She was less than a year old, and had been with us for only a few months, maybe half a year.
She was a sweet dog, if a bit stupid, and loved my family with all her heart.
She loved to drag sticks to the doors of the house, and playing with my cat, Neko Angelo, even though she greatly outgrew him.
She died in a loving home, surrounded by people who loved her.
We loved her from the moment we bought her, despite all the problems she brought with her.
She brought energy and happy memories to our home.
She will be greatly missed...and she will always be loved.
I'll miss waking up to see your wagging tail, friend...
I'm sorry I wasn't there to comfort you in the end....
Go in peace, and rest in a better place...
Goddammit, it's really fucking hard to type when you can't stop crying...
Fuck parvo, too many victims.
when time passes us by,
We get battered and scarred
And hear our souls sigh.
The smiles seem rare,
And laughter non-existent.
The stuffiness of the air
Can be too persistent.
Sometimes when we're lowest
And feel all alone,
We face the true tests,
The ones least condoned.
Sometimes in those moments
when all seems to despair,
We find surprising proponents
who truly seem to care.
Maybe they can't say it,
For whatever the reason,
But they surely display it,
Like the change of the seasons.
They touch us so deeply,
Help reforge our hearts.
Take those that are weakly,
And help give them new starts.
When we lose them, we languish,
We feel so down and broken.
The ones we used to hang with,
Their words now go unspoken.
Yet if you stop and listen,
And look to the sky,
Their words aren't missin'
Just because they died.
They're the whispering breeze,
The sound of a river flowing.
They're the next hug and squeeze,
The next heart you're knowing.
They're the kiss from the sun,
And the grass on the ground.
They're the laughter and fun,
The new friendship you've found.
They're never that distant,
They're in the love that you show.
Their spirit is persistent,
In each ebb and each flow.
So to their memory, stay true,
For even though they must part,
Their love will surround you
If you keep them at heart.
I'm sure she's up their playing with my dog Arwen and having a blast! We'll see them again love!
-hugs tight-