(I realize this wasn’t written very well, but I wrote it when I was so sad about my Jo, so I’m keeping it as it is. Maybe oneway, I will clean it up, but for now, it stays like this. Perhaps, i will trash it just because))
And this is my little dog, JoJo and he is sick.
Today is Saturday 4/11/15.
After working a 12 hour night and having a 1 hour and 30 mins commute to get to him,
I returned home to a very sick doggy child.
Knowing that you had to be by yourself during this time,
Saddens me, but I’m here now.
Those of us who love our pets know their suffering hurts tremendously.
An empty void grows in our hearts.
Tears come and they will surely go,
And, glimpses of their childhood memories cause us guttural sobbing.
Letting go is the least selfish act I can do.
I know I must help you to fly.
And I give you permission though I will miss you.
Why do these furry friends make us so happy?
At times we ignore them and push them away.
But, they never leave our sides.
Perhaps that is why they’re named dogs.
If turned backwards spells God.
Your whiskers are so scruffy.
You smell a little too.
But, you’re worth all the world to me.
Even though, you once chewed my shoes.
A shaggy puppy are you.
And human love, can’t be compared.
You’re the best friend, of all my friends,
cause you are always, so willing
to be there ~
Even when I’m blue.
You never make it about yourself.
No, you turn everything back to me.
And, you lick my feet when they’re stinky.
You lick my sour breath too.
And how many friends that are human,
Would dare do the same little kind acts as you?
So, face towards the son my friend.
Where you feel the pleasant gentle breeze,
And the sons-light is eternal
And wait for me there, please.
Receive me when I come home.
It’s just the threshold that we must pass through,
It’s merely the dying and shedding of Earth’s body
That is tough and just like we knew.
But, on the other side ~
Wait for me, because I will come.
One day, we shall meet again.
That day, I finally arrive home.
And, as the song goes: It will be on a distant shore.
There, in the sweet by in by,
In heaven, we will meet once more.
Even though now, we regretfully sigh.
Before taking the last breath
Lets hug and kiss if you can
But, I’ll not disturb your transition
Because you are my friend.
My heart holds your soul and takes it within.
And, my hands set your spirit free.
Because true love is utter kindness
And, allows The Father’s hands to take you from me.
Jo Jo as His Glove in Elizabeth Catherine Dubois
(My second novel, but this is not about me. It’s about you, JoJo)
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