Fluffy was a
mixture of Poodle, Pomeranian, and Cocker
Spaniel. She was a tiny ball of fur that
came into our lives like a small whirlwind
that stayed with us for almost fourteen
years.
There was
never a dull moment with her around. She
had an almost never ending abundance of
energy that stayed with her right up until
the end. Her favorite things were playing
fetch and taking turns with our cat chasing
each other through the house.
In all of the
years that she was with us, her health was
excellent. We never even knew that anything
was wrong until the week before she left
us. We discovered a lump on her stomach,
which the vet said was most likely cancer.
She gave us a choice . . . we could have her
put to sleep or bring her home to make her
last days happy ones for her and she was
happiest when she was with us. She assured
us that Fluffy was not in any pain, so we
brought home with us for what ever time God
granted us with her.
One week to
the day that we found out she was sick, she
chased the cat around the house for the last
time. By the next morning we could tell
that her condition had changed drastically
just over night. It was a steady down hill
slide for the rest of the week.
On Friday,
April 11, 1997, Fluffy and Lucky said there
goodbyes by touching their noses together
and a few minutes later she collapsed in my
arms. Our little whirlwind was gone leaving
the three of us and our cat with broken
hearts.
Memories of Fluffy
I see you on the sunlit
grass, black coat shining and warm,
Beautiful brown eyes
watching everything that goes on.
I see you as a puppy,
the first day you came home,
A squirming bundle of
black wearing a silly pink bow.
The puppy grows, but not
much.
Leaves fall from the
trees and
you try catching them
for play . . .
but no more.
Winter comes, your first
snow.
I see a black streak in
the white snow
chasing snowballs . . .
but no more.
I see a tennis ball . .
. your favorite one.
Remember how you chased
it, fetched it,
and felt so proud?
But no more.
I see a little black
ball of fur,
brown eyes peeking out,
as you lay in your bed .
. .
But no more.
I see an adult dog.
Fifteen pounds still
squirming like a pup,
waiting for a crumb of
people food to drop
or for the cat to play
chase me through the house . . .
But no more.
I see a senior citizen
dog,
beautiful brown eyes
watching still,
waiting in the windows
for us,
keeping watch over your
domain . . .
But no more.
I see my sweet dog,
young no more,
waiting for angel wings,
brown eyes still
watching me to the end.
No more
will I see your
small black body and beautiful brown
eyes.
No more
will you run after your
ball, chase the cat,
or wait for a crumb to
fall.
No more
will you lay in your bed
or under the table.
No more . . . No more.
But you still watch from
Heaven above
over your family and
friends.
If I close my eyes, I
can still see you
in the sunlit grass,
laying by my side.
Now, instead of tennis
balls,
you chase butterflies,
leaves and snowballs
in Heaven . . .
just like a puppy again.
Instead of waiting fro
us in the windows,
you wait for us to join
you in the clouds.
You are no longer here,
but I still feel the
love you gave
and I hope that you know
that
my love will be with you
forever.
Good night Fluffy.
I love you.
You be a good girl and
I'll see you again one day.
