Poppa, if you've got time, maybe you could tell me just one more time about how you picked me up at the pound. Tell me about all of the nice people oohing and ahhing about me being the cutest thing they had ever seen as we made our way out to the old Volvo. Remind me about how cocky I was as I stood on the floor of the front seat and watched you drive us home.
Let's get all misty-eyed thinking about Charcoal and Mama Kitty. Our Angel stayed with us until last year. We took that one pretty hard, didn't we?
Tell me again how I've seen Georgia and North Carolina. Talk to me about me in the snow and swimming in the Suwannee River.
Everybody seemed to agree that I was about the best athlete in the world until I tore up my ACL. Remember how we slept on the floor together in the sunroom for a week waiting for it to heal.
We moved a few years back and this became home and we were a family, me and you. Still are.
The doctor told you that I would let you know and I am. I have loved you all of my sweet life and I am literally loving you with my last breath.