Mourning

"Dear God, please watch over my dog."

Rest in peace, Snicks, our Zoom Zoom.

 God,
You see this beautiful girl? I want her pampered, I want her to have everything we gave her for eternity. When I see her again, I want to see her hunting small animals in the snow again. I want her to be enjoying her chicken, and tearing up her toys. I want her to remember me, hear me and see me. Until I can see her again I want her to know that I love her and always will. That I'm mad at myself for not being there in her last hours. Please Lord, I know all dogs go to heaven, I just don't want her being treated less than she was, I want more for her. A part of my world went into a tailspin at 6 am on Dec. 23 when she passed. From the moment I got the call I haven't stopped crying, I ran out of tears. I guess that makes me a blubbering idiot, because she's "just a dog," but she was more than that. She was my best friend, my confidant... she loved me unconditionally for 14 years and I feel like hell.  She was buried in her flannel blanket that my mom got her because she tore apart beds and with her "dolly" a blue lamb she had had for ages. Her my people are home dolly that got her treats I want the hurting to stop so I can remember without losing my mind. I don't know why but I hear her tags, I hear her click of nails and I feel her here...I don't want it to stop, but I don't want it to be so hurtful....its sad, I know she doesn't have the same lifespan, but I'm mad at her too, I made her promise to never leave me. I guess really she didn't, but I just don't know. God, I have one more request, let her share her eternity with Harry Thomas, our grandfather, I'm sure he'd love her, his son did.
Please watch over her, and help me be strong,
Love,

Katie.