Two Very Important Letters
10/23/2006
Dear Harley,
I miss you so much, Harley. You were such a good girl. Born on Alicia Silverstone’s birthday. That made it easy to remember your birthday, October 4th. You just turned 8 this year. These are just facts, like the fact that today was your last day on earth.
I am sorry I was not a better master. If I were, maybe you could have lived more years, and not had so much pain these last few weeks. The only comfort I have at your loss is that you don’t feel any more pain.
I don’t know id there is a heaven for dogs, but I hope there is. You deserve to be there. You deserve filet mignon and chocolate cake every day, and ham bones and lots of time playing fetch and having all the fun that is possible.
You leave me with so many good memories. I hope you know how important you were to my life. I was very low when you came into my life. You were a year old, and belonged to other people who needed to give you up because they were having a baby. You gave our family so many good times. I hope if you are somewhere, you can think of those times and know that we all miss you. I miss those 4 o’ clock wake-ups, when I was sleeping on my recliner and crawled up on me to let me know you needed to go outside. Yeah, I may not have loved it at the moment, but it was part of what made you who you were, the best dog of my entire life.
I remember how you were able to open the basement door and get upstairs. Dad built a wall out of wooden racks from the video store to keep you from it, but you knew you could knock all my videos and a couple shelves away to get through. When you wanted upstairs, you always found a way, even like last Spring, when you came upstairs while we were all out. I was napping in my bedroom when dad asked if I knew where you were. I thought you were inside. He thought I’d let you out. It worried us, and then he found you in their walk-in closet, the door shut behind you. Damn fireworks anyway.
It is only too late a person realizes how much someone or something means to them. I can never get back the chance to pet you more, hug you more, play with you more. I can’t tell you I love you, watch the way your eyes get hypnotic when I rub your ears, listen to you bark at dogs and horses on TV, or get out of your way as you race around the three rooms in the basement. People can’t feel freaked out anymore when they visit and you sit on the chair like a person.
I love you Harley. It was so hard to see you suffer, any time you suffered. I knew if your life had to end this way, I had to be there for you. I hope you enjoyed the filet mignon and the glazed chocolate cake donut holes. I hope that was a good last supper for you. I hope you don’t mind if I keep your bone-shaped plushie toy. It’s something to remember you by. Hopefully I can forget the fear in your eyes when it was time, and hopefully you could still hear and see and feel how much I loved you. I didn’t want you to go. But I did want you to stop feeling all that pain. If money could have made you better, I would have begged, borrowed, and stolen for you. If I could have given some of my life force for you to live just one more good and healthy year, I would have done it.
I will miss you so much at Christmas time. You always enjoyed opening your presents and finding one of those yard-long chew bones or a squeaky giggle ball. I will miss you all the time. So very much, my sweet and beautiful pup.
Vaya Con Dios, Harley.
Love,
Will
Dear God,
I know we don’t have the best relationship, but please don’t hold that against Harley. I know she would be a great companion to someone up there in Heaven, so please take her in, and give her lots of treats and lots of happiness. She deserves so much more than she had here. And if by some miracle, I have some transformation that makes me a viable candidate in Your Kingdom, please let me see her again.
Tell her how much I love her.
Thank you.
Will
Dear Harley,
I miss you so much, Harley. You were such a good girl. Born on Alicia Silverstone’s birthday. That made it easy to remember your birthday, October 4th. You just turned 8 this year. These are just facts, like the fact that today was your last day on earth.
I am sorry I was not a better master. If I were, maybe you could have lived more years, and not had so much pain these last few weeks. The only comfort I have at your loss is that you don’t feel any more pain.
I don’t know id there is a heaven for dogs, but I hope there is. You deserve to be there. You deserve filet mignon and chocolate cake every day, and ham bones and lots of time playing fetch and having all the fun that is possible.
You leave me with so many good memories. I hope you know how important you were to my life. I was very low when you came into my life. You were a year old, and belonged to other people who needed to give you up because they were having a baby. You gave our family so many good times. I hope if you are somewhere, you can think of those times and know that we all miss you. I miss those 4 o’ clock wake-ups, when I was sleeping on my recliner and crawled up on me to let me know you needed to go outside. Yeah, I may not have loved it at the moment, but it was part of what made you who you were, the best dog of my entire life.
I remember how you were able to open the basement door and get upstairs. Dad built a wall out of wooden racks from the video store to keep you from it, but you knew you could knock all my videos and a couple shelves away to get through. When you wanted upstairs, you always found a way, even like last Spring, when you came upstairs while we were all out. I was napping in my bedroom when dad asked if I knew where you were. I thought you were inside. He thought I’d let you out. It worried us, and then he found you in their walk-in closet, the door shut behind you. Damn fireworks anyway.
It is only too late a person realizes how much someone or something means to them. I can never get back the chance to pet you more, hug you more, play with you more. I can’t tell you I love you, watch the way your eyes get hypnotic when I rub your ears, listen to you bark at dogs and horses on TV, or get out of your way as you race around the three rooms in the basement. People can’t feel freaked out anymore when they visit and you sit on the chair like a person.
I love you Harley. It was so hard to see you suffer, any time you suffered. I knew if your life had to end this way, I had to be there for you. I hope you enjoyed the filet mignon and the glazed chocolate cake donut holes. I hope that was a good last supper for you. I hope you don’t mind if I keep your bone-shaped plushie toy. It’s something to remember you by. Hopefully I can forget the fear in your eyes when it was time, and hopefully you could still hear and see and feel how much I loved you. I didn’t want you to go. But I did want you to stop feeling all that pain. If money could have made you better, I would have begged, borrowed, and stolen for you. If I could have given some of my life force for you to live just one more good and healthy year, I would have done it.
I will miss you so much at Christmas time. You always enjoyed opening your presents and finding one of those yard-long chew bones or a squeaky giggle ball. I will miss you all the time. So very much, my sweet and beautiful pup.
Vaya Con Dios, Harley.
Love,
Will
Dear God,
I know we don’t have the best relationship, but please don’t hold that against Harley. I know she would be a great companion to someone up there in Heaven, so please take her in, and give her lots of treats and lots of happiness. She deserves so much more than she had here. And if by some miracle, I have some transformation that makes me a viable candidate in Your Kingdom, please let me see her again.
Tell her how much I love her.
Thank you.
Will