My Snow Dog Nikita
by Myrna Whelan
Here it is almost a year since you died in my arms and I still can't get you out of my mind. I remember the day we picked you up at the breeder's home and I also remember that I did NOT want to have a dog in my super clean house, but, because my husband wanted a dog before he died (and he WAS dying), I gave in.
I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. My husband (God rest his soul) was right--I did need you to help me through his death. I did need you to "protect" me. I did need you to keep me company on lonely nights and days without him. I did need you to show me what love really means.
You did your job very well. You were the "light of my life" but now I need you to tell me how to live without you. I'm not sure I can ever do that.
I love you, Nikita, my beloved Siberian snow dog. I pray to meet you again at Rainbow Bridge.