Six months

Dear Lance,

Saturday will mark six months since we said good-bye to you. I sometimes wish I had been selfish and kept you with us, but at what cost to you? You were in pain. You were brave and tried to hide it, but I know you were hurting. Do you remember the day I tried to take you out to take some photos? I tried to get some photos of you and you weren’t feeling it. You were telling me you were tired and just wanted to go home. I’m glad I chose to listen to you.

I hear from other people who have had pets who have passed that they get signs from their pets. I haven’t received any signs from you. I want to feel you, I want to see things in the sky telling me you're ok. But I don’t. I wish I did. I wish you could somehow tell me you’re doing ok and all is going well for you in doggy Heaven. I want to know you’re doing ok. I want to know you’re playing with other dogs and you finally fit in somewhere. You’re no longer hurting and you have forgotten all about what that woman did to you and your days are filled with love and pets.

Woman loves you.