In Memoriam: Bonnie Blue Treleaven

Bonnie Blue Treleaven

October 25, 2003  -  January 31, 2014

Dear Bonnie Blue:

You are loved.  I hope you understood that as you tried so bravely to hang-on to life.  You were the boss of the family, and you always got your way.  I always succumbed to your every whim, and I hope you don't think I let you down when you needed me most.  This I couldn't fix.

You were my constant companion, you were my little shadow.  You always had me in your sights, and you loved for me to hold you.  You enjoyed blogging with me, and I think you were a wee bit sad when the girls outgrew story time.

You grew-up with my girls.  We adopted you when Shelley was in Kindergarten, Shanley Belle in fifth grade.  I knew that this sad day would come because you were a rescue puppy with a heart condition.  But really there was nothing wrong with your heart:  It was made of gold.  You loved the girls and comforted them when they had bad days and when their feelings were hurt.

You loved the lake, the boat, and golf cart.  You always thought you should be with Mr. Art @ Home on the golf cart and boat.  I think you were happiest on boat rides!

You loved carpool.  It made you happy seeing all the children and getting extra attention.  Today was so hard for Shelley and me.  Carpool will never be the same.

I loved your quirky little habits, like:  how you put yourself in timeout in the foyer when you were naughty;  how you chased Mr. Art when he took out the trash (you had an odd aversion to trash bags); how you barked whenever anyone walked up or down the stairs.

You were also naughty when you stretched out on the bathmat every single time I took a shower and wouldn't move when I needed it.

Tonight I made your favorite:  chicken noodle soup.  It was your favorite because I always shared a few bites of chicken with you!  I cried when I chopped the chicken and put it back in the stock pot.

I keep listening for your sweet little paws on the hardwood floor.  I miss that sound.

I miss the how your little paws smelled like corn chips.

You are so missed, and I'm trying very hard not to be devastated.  You never liked it when any of us was hurt or crying.  You would scratch us with your little paw until we picked you up and then you'd lick us. 

So Bonnie, I will try very hard to be brave, just like you were on your last day. I am so proud of you, and I love you so much.

I will try to celebrate that your struggles are over, and that you are now whole.

So until that day comes when I cross the Rainbow Bridge and join you in your shenanigans, I will follow your lead and keep a stiff upper lip.  After all, you are Scottish in origin.

Just know that while you play in that mystic green meadow that you took a large piece of my heart with you.

I will always love you,

Mommie Ricki Jill