BuHsi

BuHsi was the perfect little dog for me.  She was a comic, a bundle of fluffy love, and an enormous pain in the ass... I loved her.

Most of her things are gone now.  Her little bed has been given to someone elses' beloved pet.  her clothes (and, yes, she loved to get dressed up on her walks) as well.  The shameful amount of treats I had for her (bags of unopened yummies) were taken to her groomer, Margaret, whom she loved enough to allow her to perform such personal humilations as having her anal glands expressed (don't ask), and I hope other little dogs will enjoy the treats after being similarly imposed upon.  Her binky - a small quilt handmade by my sister, Elizabeth - has been washed and stored away.  Her food dish has been washed as well, and is wrapped in that quilt along with her favorite leash - the Bye-Bye leash that made her light up like a rocket each time she saw me take it off the coat rack (A RIDE IN THE CAR!!!!!), her collar and the only stuffie that she loved to sleep on, Jaro.

I have her ashes, and a lock of her silky, white hair to remember all the years she gave to me (and all the times she peed on the floor, barked in my sleeping ear, walked on my sleeping face, begged mercilessly for my food, etc.).  It's not nearly enough, but - it's all I have left of her besides the yawning hole her absence has left me with.

One day, I might be able to only remember the wonderful things, and how she made me laugh, made me feel warm and squishy.  One day.  Not today, not tomorrow, but one day.

Wait for me, baby girl.  Stay close so you can find me.  Mum will never forget you, and all the love you gave me for free...  Miss you, baby girl...