Thursday, July 16, 2009
My Little Man
I want to celebrate this little guys life, remember all the wonderful things about him that made him special and make peace with my own thoughts about his death. Butchie was given to me as a companion to for fill a rough spot I was going through in my life. Butchie filled in a void that I had been missing for a long-time. I looked at his little face and whenever I came home he would greet me with a tilted head and a happy heart. I loved waking up to his body curled up beside me. During our recent outage this winter, I brought him back to the house, with no power he cuddled up with me and two down comforters. It brought me back to when it was just the two of us and I slept like a baby. He was my furnace that night and he didn't even realize his how giving he was.
When Brisla was born he would often sneak into her room to crissin her crib as to name his property. I often found him asleep in her papazon chair or under her bassinet. This little man gave love and expected just a rub on the head and to be told he was a good boy. He loved the beach and felt rejuvinated running along the sand. He made me laugh because he hated seagulls and made it know by barking and chasing them. If you asked Butchie "wheres the seagull" he would bark.
We all loved this careing little dog and he will never be forgotten. Thanks for all the cards and calls. He is up in heaven with scrappy running around on the big beach chasing the seagulls and loving beining reunited.