How is it that even my tears don’t seem like enough to properly express this sadness? Isn’t there something even more elevated than tears? How is it that I can’t ask her to endure even one more night? Isn’t there something to tell me I’m wrong or I’m right? How is it that I knew months ago we didn’t have much time, so I sat down back then and wrote her a poem? Isn’t there something in those actions?
I don’t have the answers to my questions…. I only have my heart. And, just maybe that is something.At Heaven’s Gate, Brie, please don’t wait Go run and roll and sniff For now your eyes, they see again Your joints no longer stiff
We’ll meet again someday, my friend Our routine we’ll repeat That bark, that wag, that lick I’ll know The circle then complete
Rest in peace, little girl of mine Not sure there will be another For you brought out the best in me The only one who called me ‘mother.’
Brie Crowell Deasy 05/98 – 05/13
She was one week shy of 15 yrs. old. I will miss her more than words can say….. the littlest love of my life.