Warning, anyone in a happy mood may not want to read.
Brendol, my baby.
It is Christmas and the holidays just aren’t the same. Don’t worry about me, I’m ok. But my heart hurt today because you aren’t here with me. I was driving home and thinking about how my friends gave me dog related gifts and the two dog plaques that I got to take to my office. And where would I put them? Which got me to thinking about your lovely big picture of you chasing your bubbles and so happy. And then it shot through my heart that you weren’t going to be at home when I got there. It made my heart physically hurt as much as it did the moment you left.
Maybe my playing with my friend’s pup Sadie also reminded me of you. She is a little brindle bulldog. And while you were not a brindle, it does have the link to why you were named Brendol (long story hunh). But her hair was short and sleek like yours and she was so solid and rolly polly. You were so solid, I loved holding you in my arms. I wish I could have kept you safe forever, even from cancer. But it wasn’t meant to be.
I miss you my baby girl, and I wish you were here for me to hold. I love you. I will always love you.