I see his image everyday, more than I see my own loved ones.
He sits there waiting on me, head tilted, ears perched, tongue hanging out.
I felt him run past me when I scolded my other dog, just as if he were still with us.
The curiosity built as to why Titus was being scolded and he wanted in on what ever
it was that he had. I could sense the fear in the cats as I felt the air go by me. In my mind was it really him I feel. Was that the wind from him running past me. I know he is still with us no matter what other people believe. Souls go where they want. They roam free. I call out to him every night that it is time for bed. Is it my insecurity or is it really him? I know he sits next to me in the car when I go for a drive. I see him running in the distance as I past his favorite spot. I smile knowing he finally can run as fast as the wind. My heart hurts that he is not here. When I drive by the place I last seen him alive I call out to him and cry, not being able to drive by there now I go a different way around if I can. Am I losing my mind? How do I let go? My other dog still shows that he misses him and yes this is crazy, I have his collar and lock of hair I let my dog smell and he perks up just a little but not enough cause he knows it is just a scent of what he has lost also. A companion, a friend, a brother.
People say dogs do not have souls but I do not believe that. I know one day I will see my Jasper Roy again not just in my minds eye but sitting next to me, walking with me, playing ball again, all the things we did while he was with us. Think me crazy, think me a psychopath it is all good.
A dog lover an animal lover a fur mom that misses her baby boy
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