There will never be another Marcy
She was the heart of our familiy-even though my mother hated animals. She knew our souls, knew our love and shared our love. She watched me grow and she tought me so many things: How not to be jealous, Routines can be fun, Life's too short to worry. There has been a whole in my life since she passed on to the land where she is free - free from the cancer she battled waiting to see me come home, waiting to share my wedding day. I visit her grave every time I go home. I talk to her, I know she would be getting on well on the Rainbow Bridge, (she was always flirting with the boys). But when I open the door to my parent's house, and they are there to great me part of me still anticipates a mass of blonde fur to come bounding towards me. Today there is a new a new dog in my life, my first puppy. I already love him, but now I truly know - there will never be another Marcy. |
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| Such a beautiful tribute to Marcy, isn't it amazing how dogs leave paw prints on your heart? And you are absolutely right - there is no such thing as a "replacement" for a loved pet, only new memories to be made. Marcy will always occupy a special place in your heart as you give love to your beautiful new puppy. What's the name, by the way?
Guinevere's Dad, Kevin Z. |
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