Two years

Hello Love,

We said our goodbyes two years ago today. How is that possible? There isn’t a day that I don’t think about you.

This is what I wrote about you a couple of days ago:

You are my love, my joy, my sunshine.

My all in all.

You will always be a good boy.

Woman loves you.

Sunday will be the second anniversary of Lance’s passing. I miss my boy. I miss his smile, the nudges to pet him, him laying by my legs in bed.

I like to say Lance lived his life with a sense of gratitude. He knew deep pain, but he also got to have seven years of nothing but love. He had two people who gave everything to him, to spoil him, to cater to his every need and want.

I know one day I’ll find him in dog heaven and I’ll never have to say goodbye to him again. He’ll show me how he now makes thunder, how he no longer trembles at those loud sounds. We’ll stop by Manna-Fil-A and eat manna nuggies all day long. He’ll show me his favorite clouds where he likes to roll on his back. But most of all, he’ll show me the spot where he kept his eye on me when I needed him.

I love you, Lancy

I believe you watch me. And I believe one day we will be able to talk about our years together.

I’ve been watching videos and looking at photos from our last couple of weeks together. I watched the video I took of the last time you got to welcome Ed home from work. You and Lili always loved welcoming him home. It was bittersweet. You lavished your love, but it was sad knowing you wouldn’t be welcoming us when we came home anymore. Lili is happy when we come home, but she is more aloof about it now. I still think she was raised by cats.

I’ve talked about your last day being a book end in your life. We went to Claude Moore Park the first day you were with us and we took you there your last day with us. I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night, so my focus is a bit fuzzy today, but I think of all the happy times we had together. You rolling in goose poop…happy for you, a mess for us to clean off of you. You connecting with Ed on your walks, the times you would refuse to get out of the car if we took you to the wrong spot, you sitting by my side and stealing the bed from me at night. I would give anything for another day of you.

I love you,

Woman