That Day I Knew I'd Say Goodbye
I remember this day and I remember the way it felt watching you stare out at an open field of fog that morning. I knew I was losing you and you were saying goodbye. These two top photos were taken the day before you crossed the rainbow bridge.
Do you see it, Ally? Because I do. I see the fire that went out in your eyes. Different from the bottom two photos just a few months or so before. I see the pain in your eyes. I felt it deep inside with you and for you. So I knew it wasn't going to be long... even though... even though I fought so hard to never say goodbye to you.. I ended up saying it the next day.
Too soon, Ally. It was too soon. At least it felt that way, but was it really? Most dogs don't live to be nearly 16 years old... but you did. And if I never said it before, or you didn't know... I was so proud to be your best friend, and your mom.
I love you, Ally. To the moon and back. Always and forever.