One year ago today my little boy Ruckus went back to Heaven. I hug him, I kiss him, I let him go.
In looking back, I picture him this past year, passing out doggie delight to all the other angels and receiving same. He was an ace receiver...even better giver.
I don't doubt for a minute that he's connected with my two Maltese, Ari and Oats, not to mention Dot, my childhood Dalmatian.
They're all bounding across Heaven...Oats will be peeing on Saint Peter's robes every chance he gets, but he's always sorry about it. Ari will be looking for...and finding...love anywhere and everywhere. Ruckus will be looking for love in all the wrong places and making them the right places by his delight. Dot will be indulging them, majestically, with her proud and protective love.
It's a tish precious to fantasize all of them, every so often, peeking over a cloud to see if Mama's coming yet. Precious or not, I hold the picture dear.
Thank you.
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