I lost my pup Mowgli two years ago today.
And it's still really rough for me.
Even before Mowgli got sick I called him my "Sunshine."
This dog saved my life.
If you are new to this blog, you may not know..
I used to be depressed, very depressed.
I went through this depression, suicidal thoughts, loneliness
and an abusive marriage with only one thing.
I called him my sunshine because he really did bring a light into my life.
He helped bring me out of depression.
He gave me a reason to live.
He made me happy when skies were gray...
And two months after my divorce was final, he passed away.
The words "Please don't take my sunshine away"
make me collapse in tears.
He is no longer here on this physical plane..
But I feel him.
He has shifted roles from a dog to a guiding angel.
I know this because I can still feel him.. and he leaves me feathers when I need them.
And last night I dreamed I was collecting his feathers.
The little blue-grey ones.. that match his blue-grey coat.
But I feel him.
I stumbled on this image today,
It made me cry and look to Wicket.
The loving timid little Wicket,
who is snuggled up to me,
looking up at me, smacking his lips.
Worried about me.
Because what more can we do?
We've got to just keep loving.
I'm thankful for Mowgli, and the lessons he taught me, and continues to teach me.
How he taught me love, and be happy.
And he left me so I could love another..
And it's my turn to receive the unconditional love of a dog, and an angel dog.
And I say this through tearful eyes,
I'm a very very lucky girl.