Tonight, Chris and I went to a party and we saw the vet who worked with you while you were in the hospital. She remembered you before she remembered us, and I don't doubt for a minute why. You were the delight of all the vets and techs at the hospital for your last week.
Tonight, I label all my earrings "Handmade by Bethy Whalen - silverhilltopdesigns@gmail.com" in memory of you, even while I set up precarious piles of earring cards in the living room that I am sure you would have had on the floor in less than a second if you were still here.
Tonight, I miss you like mad, and am sad that I only got to live with you for one month (and 5 days in the minivan of glory while crossing the country with you). It seems silly that you could convince me to love dogs, even while cursing your name for eating food off the counter/laying on the couch/getting into the garbage for the upteenth time...and yet, it's true. I miss your comforting, if a little drooly head on my knee when I was sad, and how you would instinctively huddle next to me when I broke down. For every time that I yelled at you for climbing on furniture that you shouldn't have, I wish I could give you a hug now.
Tomorrow, I hope that people ask me about my company name, because I will tell them proudly about the joy you brought us.
I'm hoping you are well, and watching Chris and I from a throne grander than the one you had in the minivan, and are continually chewing on a delicious pork loin. Keep watch over us...we need you.
With all my love,
Bethy
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