My Eire...
My Dearest Eirebear,
Not a single moment has gone by since early morning of August 9, 2008 that I don’t think about you. I hope this will never change. Though it is getting a bit easier for me to go to sleep, I still wake up every morning thinking you will be waiting for me by the bedside ready for your walk, and losing you was all just a nightmarish dream.
Cindy and I found you on April 4th, 1998. You were just 10 weeks old and so scared to be standing there in front of us. Your left paw would shake whenever you are scared – but that paw became your favorite paw to shake people’s hand.
I can’t count how many pair of new shoes you would end up chewing. I don’t know how many pieces of furniture you’ve left your teeth marks in. And I certainly won’t forget the holes in the walls you’ve dug in trying to find us when we’re not home. But quickly you grew up. And that feisty, playful boy became the loyal, faithful friend I now will never replace.
I miss seeing your angel face every day, Eirebear. I miss brushing that beautiful coat of yours. I miss those eyes looking at me, as if knowing exactly what I am saying, and what I am feeling. I miss hearing you eat your Eukanuba. I miss hearing you drink your water. I miss seeing you run. I miss seeing you jump. I miss seeing you get “ball”. I miss you getting “bunnie”, “cow”, “rooster” and “lion”. I miss seeing your happiness when I say “treat for Eireann”. I miss feeling you hugging me back. I miss you sitting next to me when I’m on this computer, and your face would suddenly creep up on to my lap as if to say, “Hey what are you doing? Let’s go play!”
I’ll remember the first time you galloped in the snow. I’ll remember the first time you wore a winter coat. I’ll remember the first time we walked in the rain. I’ll remember the first time you were at the airport, and all the people made you shy so you hid your face in my arms.
I’m sorry we never moved to the house where you can roam free in the backyard. I’m sorry you never had a mother who was home every day. I’m sorry you didn’t have someone to play with whenever I’m not around. Most of all, I am so sorry I couldn’t keep you here with me longer, even if it’s just for one more day.
Thank you for being here, Eirebear. Thank you for being here when no one was around. Thank you for putting up with my monotonous daily routines. You were the reason I want to come home. Now it seems pointless to rush home, but I know you’re somewhere near. So wait for me, bubba. I will look for you, one day.
It will be your 11th birthday in just a little while. It’ll be the first January 20th in a long while that I can’t celebrate it with you. Know that Sasha misses you big, Eire. Mommie misses you more. Most of all, I miss you.
Don’t you ever get scared, Eirebear – I will always be near. It’s only thunder…
Eireann Conchabar Beag
January 20, 1998 – August 9, 2008
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