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In tribute to Letter to my mistressThanks to Chiffon |
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| A year ago I crossed the rainbow bridge, and since that day I've seen you cry often. I know it's hard, but you must think of our good times, and of that wonderful day in September 2000 when I saw you for the first time, me in my cage at the SPA with a friend, and you looking for someone to give your love to. You stopped in front of me for the first time, and then something happened, but you continued on your way and visited all the other abandoned pups, and then you turned around and came back to me, and I said to myself “that's it, I've won” and jumped up and down on the railings, sticking out my little pink tongue. The lady from the SPA came up to you and asked “would you like to take him for a walk?” and that was it, I jumped up, I gambolled next to you and looked at you, and then we made a turn, and we came back, and I heard these words “I'm taking him” the lady from the SPA said “his name is CHIFFON, he's about 6 months old” and then the car to go home, what I loved going for a walk in that car! I loved gardening and sometimes, when you'd come back, the flowers you'd planted weren't exactly in the same place, and I'd get scolded, but what a joy, and then there were our vacations in the snow, running, driving, crunching the snow, playing with everyone, how beautiful life was! I know you loved it, in the mornings when I'd put my paws on your shoulders and stay for long minutes with my head in your neck, you'd say “CHIFF, give Mummy a little cuddle, and then it was heaven on earth”. So many memories run through my head, and then there was that terrible day in March 2006 when I fell ill, you took me to the vet, he wasn't sure what was wrong with me, we did some tests and then I stayed at the clinic, on a drip, you checking up on me five or six times a day because he preferred you not to come and see me so I wouldn't be sad, I went home under supervision, because my tests were better, I was having a urea attack that was destroying my kidneys, and then 24 hours later, I relapsed, I went back to the clinic for 48 hours, and then on Friday April 7, he called you at work and asked you to come and see me at the clinic. I know you understood the reason for the call right away, so you came over and approached me, but I didn't recognize you, I was in a coma, you know, I wasn't in any pain, and then we were left alone together for the goodbyes, and I saw you, from doggie heaven, leave, and stay in the car for a very long time before starting up and going back home, without me. I'd like to tell you that, from up there, I'm watching over you, and every day I'm with you in spirit, and if I've only been with you for 6 years, it's been six wonderful years. Take good care of yourself and your new baby, the terrible little BANDIT. Big hugs Mum, and please stop crying, think that where I am, I'm happy and I'm not missing anything, except you. |
English (United Kingdom) 
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