by Lisa Rodriguez
The worst news in the world that I had gotten on my birthday was that you had renal failure and the option that complied more with your suffering was letting you go to God.
You were my first and only dog. You shared 15 years of your life with me. I thank you and God that 1 week before you passed you made me realize something was different about you. It wasn't that you knew I was pregnant like I had thought, it was that you were leaving to a better place.
I thank you for sitting on my lap, letting me hold you, pet you and kiss you, for the last walk we went on to the park, the last bath I gave you, and the last tuck in bed you were going to get, and all of the kisses and hugs I tried to squeeze in before you went on.
All I have to remember you by are pictures and memories. I haven't moved your bed or covers because I feel that if you want to visit again in spirit, you have that left. Even thought I am pregnant for the first time, I want you to know that you were and always will be my first little boy-my family doesn't start when I give birth to this child inside of me, it began with you.
Yet, when I think about it, God did grant me my wish. I didn't want to raise a child with you alive because then I'd have to focus my attention on him/her, therefore, you had all of my attention for 15 years.
I will always love you, son.
R.I.P. Georgie Max Garcia 09/13/96-10/06/11
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