Dear Mokie,

Dear Mokie,

The other night when we were in bed lazily watching a television show, you unexpectedly jumped into bed and onto my lap, and you are not small. It appears the fire alarm in the show was making you nervous so we shut off the program and allowed you to sleep stretched out among us. As half my body dangled from the bed (a queen, by the way) I felt you relax and then I felt you pee on me because you are incontinent in your old age. And yet despite this extreme discomfort and the fact that you smelled like a 3 month old sponge after a weekend of swimming, I wouldn’t have dreamed of kicking you off. That is just how much I love you.

I am so comforted by your presence everywhere I go. You even sit right outside the tub as I take a shower, a site that I cannot seem to get over no matter how many times I see it. I love to hear that contented sigh before you drift off to sleep. I know how much you love me, but I recognize that it is our son Vincent you are interested in protecting most. For this, I am indebted to you. I will even forgive you for your loud barking and waking him from his nap because I know you were just doing your job. I apologize heartily if unkind words were said to you in anger!

Sometimes when we climb the stairs of our apartment I can read your big cow eye expression as trepidation and pain. I know those stairs are beginning to hurt you a little and it hurts me too because I know you are an old girl and you are slowing down. Don’t fret, Mokie, there is no amount of money that I won’t spend on adequin shots for you. And there will be a day when you are not by my side anymore. It is a thought too hard to bear but your memory will live on and so will the fur that you have shed on all of our clothing and furniture. I intend to honor you by not vacuuming. But for now you are here panting your sweet perfume breath in my face and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

I love you!

Megan DeWeerdt
and Ian and Vincent too


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