“Dogs leave paw prints forever in our heart.”
It’s been weeks since you’ve been gone. I think it already took a month? You’re the first thing that I think of when I woke up earlier. Today is March 1, btw.
I miss you, Smudge.
I still get too emotional everytime I look at your album on my facebook account. I can’t even look for too long at your pictures from my phone. I still can’t get over.
You’re too young to die. You have a lot of things that could’ve and should’ve done. You’re only 3 years old, you weren’t able to celebrate your 4th year this coming June.
I know there are reasons why things happen. Still, I’m sorry. But I know you’re in good hands now.
Are you okay over there?
I searched on the internet if dogs have their own heaven. I’ve read that there’s this long rainbow pathway that leads you to a gate. Is that the heaven for dogs?
How I wish you could tell me if that is for real. I wonder if you have a halo and a pair of wings now. I bet you’re the cutest shih tzu over there. Are you wearing a white dress or any angel dog wardrobe? Please, don’t get me wrong but how I wish I was your stylist.
How about your fur or your hair? Are they out of style now? Remember when we always bring you to a grooming shop and you always had this puppy cut, and sometimes summer cut. Oh, the “bald” days. Hahaha. You are still the cutest, don’t worry.
I still look everywhere inside the house. Your favorite place under the dining table, the spot near the refrigerator, beside this little prince statue.. Those places always remind me of you.
Don’t worry about your two bestfriends, Cali and Timber. They’re doing fine. They miss you, just like how much our family misses you. Cali is still the queen, the lion-bear-friend. Timber is still the “always hungry” dog. They’re in good terms, they usually play in the morning before taking a bath.
I saw you in my dream few weeks after you died. You’re still this adorable tiny dog.
I will never ever forget about you. Before I leave the house and when I everytime get home, I usually say hi to your grave.
“Bye, baby girl. I have to go.” “Hi, baby girl. I miss you.”
I miss you and it hurts *a little* but I’ve accepted things now. After all, you’ve been such a blessing to us. I’ll never get tired of saying how much I love you.
I love you. I love you.
You will always be my baby girl. We’ll see each other again soon. Visit me in my dreams, okay? xx