Living Without Poppy
I don't know how I am going to do this thing - living without Poppy. She came into my life after my Burmese 'Goliath' died. He was 17. I needed someone else to look after, to play with, to be a child with again.
Poppy was 4. In the 8 and a half years that we shared, she performed a kind of spiritual open heart surgery on me without my knowledge. Poppy spoke to me with her eyes and read me so well. She laughed and smiled and a party started every time we had been apart, even if I had been out of her sight for just a few moments.
We played and played. Poppy would squeal with excitement when she saw the sea. Loved the beach.
My life with her was bliss. Now I am alone. Poppy was called Home on 26 January, 4 weeks ago. I feel raw pain.
One thing I know now is that my Poppy taught me about pure and unconditional Love and the true meaning of Life. Poppy was my child and I was hers!
My precious Poppy, I pray that we will meet again and then we will play and play for Always. Please don't forget me. I could not bear that. I love and miss you so much. XXX