Pretty Boy

To by beloved friend who stayed with me for so many years, you are so loved, and missed.

Every night I expect to see you come around the corner into my room and go to you normal spot at the foot of my bed.

I will never forget how you would chase your toys with the bells down the stairs--especially at two in the morning.

You became a listener when I lost my dad in 2001, and when we lost my nephew Jimmy to sids.

You never compained when your hips were so arthritic, in fact you still tried to jump like you used to.

Even on the last morning, you wanted me to be with you to see you over the bridge.

Where you found the strength to cry out and tell me where you were, I will never understand.

You waited for the alarm clock to wake me up, and cried for me, I picked you up and you snuggled in your blankie.

I will never forget how you finally rested in my arms.

To honor you, your grave is next to the cattle pasture that you loved to watch from my window, near the apple tree.

Every spring you will have apple blossoms!

Fly swift and free, and out of pain!

Lisa Pierce