Your first year with us. You camped by the oven on Thanksgiving day.
Sniffing the air. Anticipating. Your first Christmas. You helped Santa
fill the stockings. Opening your present in the night. You were
excitement and joy. Always the first to see what was in the package
that just arrived. Claiming another box. Always skillfully ‘killing’ the
toy circus mouse as she ran around the track. Forget about playing
magic tracks, as you always took the car off road. We would laugh.
At times get madingly frustrated
as another car wizzed by. You in hot pursuit. A twinkle in your eye.
You loved the smell of the paper whites. Why, I’ll never understand.
It’s odd to bake now, when you don’t show up, or dry my hair with out
you insisting to be dryed, too. How I miss you.
At the same time marveling how the days pass, and those memories
last, while the pain recedes. How I remember…You with fondness,
love, and gratitude. How I remember you as freshness. Light. Love.
Complete curiosity. Your body may have left this world, but you spirit
still lives on. In our hearts our love will always be strong.
‘Till we meet again mini panther. ❤💕