Joe, My dear boy,
12 weeks since you left, since you crossed the huge bridge, and met all kinds of friends on the other side.
3 months, out playing with toys and balls and are running free without pain.
I don't blame you for leaving, I don't blame
you for playing and running pain free.
I don't blame you for not contacting me. I do miss you tho.
The last weeks even more than before.
My soul connection to you is even stronger.
I am happy you are happy, but boy how I miss you at my side.
At my feet at the dining table.
Your soft ears in my hands and your faitfull eyes when I feel down and out.
And boy how you broke my heart when I felt your heartbeat fading and your breathing slow down.
Not on purpose and definitely not cause you wanted to.
You just were my heart, my life my best friend my everything.
My whole being was about you.
And you left a void, and you are missed. Your frenz down here miss you too. Some still come look for you.
But I am happy you are happy and playing.
I haven't received your package yet, "the other one for loving" but I am sure it will come soon.
If I could choose, I would rather have you come home.
I do understand that's not a choice, sometimes it is the way it is.
But some day when the time is right, I will come to you and stay by your side
and we can have long walks again.
Till then I will miss you, but always love you. And only see you in my dreams.
And enjoy you little messages.
Be a good boy my sweet Joe.
Go and play,
Love, Mom.
