Thinking of our Bandit Hey little Bandit, you have been on my mind so much this week. I'm sure you know we are getting ready to celebrate Tucker and Megan's birthday on the 8th. It's loads of fun, but I can't stop thinking that Saturday is also the one year anniversary of when we got you! I think about Daddy holding you in his arms, saying "I want this one". I argued with him saying you were not a dog, you were a rat in a dog suit. He handed you to me and it was instant love! You used to strut around the house like you were the king. (Of course you were!) I remember how if anyone came over to you you immediatly rolled over for a belly rub. You could lay there and get a belly rub for hours. Everytime I sat in "your" chair you would climb on the back and lay on my head. How can 4 pounds of trouble become such a big part of our lives in only a month? Every picture we have of you someone is holding on to you so we could take it. You never sat still for a second. I look at your picture on the shelf with that awful bow. It was your first trip to the groomer. I kept saying boys don't get red bows! But you sure did look adorable. Who knew you'd be gone 4 days later? I miss you Bandit. Daddy still has your color and tag hanging from his mirror in his car. I hope you are having fun at Rainbow bridge. I know you are not in pain anymore, and that helps to accept that you are gone. So, while we are singing happy birthday and passing out the doggie ice cream on Saturday, just know I'll be taking a moment to remember something else wonderful that happened on April 8th...we got you! Love and miss you little man! |