A Re-Run -- Oldie But a Goodie!

I woke up this morning to a well washed world, and blossoms popping out on my beloved dogwood tree. I sat down to write a blog and remembered that I had done the same thing, this time last year. Hopefully you will forgive me for the "re-run" post. My heart's sentiments are exactly the same today as they were last year and I can't find words to say it any better than I did then.


Sunday, March 30, 2008

Pretty Blossoms, Pleasant Memories

It rained last night, well, yesterday and last night and this morning I awoke to see blossoms budding out all over my dogwood tree just outside of my kitchen window. What a pretty sight and what sweet thoughts it brought to my mind.You see, not only does this mean spring is here, warm weather is just about with us for good, fun new clothes, sandals, and of course the inevitable pollen, it also means that my pretty dogwood is still alive and kicking. Even more tender is my heart to this tree because beneath it,lying, I hope peacefully, is my sweet Jake.

Jake was my constant companion for thirteen years. He was my comfort and my joy, and bless his heart, my first try at parenting skills. Since he has gone on to find an eternal pond to swim in, and sticks to fetch, I have been left to miss him, his soft ears, his heavy sighs and the warmth of his one hundred pounds of yellow Labrador stretched across my feet as I slept at night.The world is truthfully not the same without him. I can never replace him or the place he holds in my heart and I will never forget him. Though pet lovers will often try and believe that time or a new pet can help to lessen the pain of a much loved companion, I am here to tell you that it is simply not true. I can cry today over the loss as much as I did that awful night in August,2005 when I lost him. The thought of him still catches a lump in my throat and causes my heart to skip a beat.

Before we all start crying, let me point out that this post is not to mourn, but to celebrate. For although Jake might be physically gone, he will live forever in our memories. And every spring, come a good rain, the tree that is a constant physical reminder of his life comes alive again, shooting out soft and fluffy buds everywhere. This tree is a testament to the fact that life goes on and with each pretty, delicate blossom, a small piece of my Jake lives on as well.

Living Happily Ever After,
Beverly