I know she is gone, but I still see her everywhere.  When I m riding in the car she is sitting beside me, with that bored look of superiority  looking straight ahead.   Every time a bird lands on the pool sweep I can see her lips quiver with indignation and hear her moaning, asking me to let her out.  I see her running to chase the birds out of her yard.  I still sit at my desk and feel her eyes boring holes into my back if I have forgotten to give her a  treat that day.  I can still feel her soft fur  under my hands as I stroke her.  At night as I sleep I still feel her lying  next  to me with her precious  head on the pillow.  She was the perfect companion.  Her patience with me when I was short tempered, her joy when someone came to visit.  All to short!                                         

I know she is with the Lord Now.  I will never get over her death,  but I am slowly learning to  celebrate her life.  She taught me so much and I am afraid I never really appreciated her gift to me,                                   

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND DEVOTION,
PLEASE WAIT FOR ME  AT THE  BRIDGE I WILL BE THERE SOON.
LOVE MOM

Reno my little Boxer in disguise who I was sure would outlive three generations of Boxers has gone to the bridge.  After developing a fast growing inoperable cancer she was gone in three weeks.  Shock is the only word that describes her passing.  Once again it brings home the message that you must never take for granted any living thing in your life, because they may be gone the next moment.  Known as "Reno Beno" to those that loved her she was the sweetest girl who could ignore me better than any other dog in my life and who was so tolerant of the antics of my Boxers, and always showed them who was really in charge.  I loved you little girl and look forward to seeing you at the bridge.