I hope this letter reaches you. I know you canâ€™t read, but Iâ€™m sure God or one of his angels will be more than happy to read this for you.
I still canâ€™t believe you left us last Friday night. How could you? You know how special you are to me. You know how much I love you. And you didnâ€™t even say goodbye. You went into that coma and just left. Just like that. We were there at the vet just a few minutes after you went to heaven, Sheero. You could have waited.
Why did you leave me? We were best friends, werenâ€™t we? I took you on walks (which you enjoyed so much), and anywhere and everywhere they allowed dogs to go to. I let you sleep beside me whenever Marcâ€™s not around (you know as well as I do how much he hated having your fur all over the bed), I defended you from the others dogs who were jealous of how close we were. We were inseperable, as inseperable as a dog and human can be. Dad even called you my â€œalter ego.â€
Why, Sheero? Why leave me? Everything Iâ€™ve done, Iâ€™ve done for you. I started this blog because of you. We even named our company after you. After making me happy for five wonderful years, you just left.
Iâ€™m sorry Sheero. I shouldnâ€™t blame you. If thereâ€™s anyone to blame, itâ€™s me. I should have taken better care of you. I should have brought you to the vet sooner instead of letting my work get in the way. I should have noticed you werenâ€™t well. I should have stayed with you last Friday. But I didnâ€™t know, Sheero, I thought you were getting better. You looked happy when I saw you the day before. You were happy to see me. How was I to know that that was the last time Iâ€™ll see you look at me?
Forgive me, Sheero. I know itâ€™s not your fault. Iâ€™m glad you didnâ€™t sufferâ€”I saw your body and you seemed to have left peacefully, without any pain. It was like you just fell into a long, long sleep. Sorry, but I really canâ€™t help reacting this way.
I just love you so much. So, so much.
Every day since youâ€™ve left, I cry every time I remember you. Itâ€™s a wonder I even managed to write you this letter. You know me. Iâ€™m a crybaby when it comes to you.
I keep thinking back through the years weâ€™ve had together. All those happy memories. Honestly, I canâ€™t remember a time with you that isnâ€™t happyâ€”well, probably except for those few times when you were sick. But other than that, everything weâ€™ve had were all happy memories.
I remember all those times when you cuddled up to me whenever I was sad. I remember feeling much better just by seeing how much you cared. I remember how you used to give me little gifts of mice, roaches, lizards and even huge ratsâ€”you were so proud catching them, and made sure to give them to me before any other dog claimed your catches for themselves. I remember how you jumped and barked excitedly whenever you saw me getting your leash ready for a walk. I remember how we used to play catchâ€”you gave back the ball once, but the second time you threw it away for me to catch. I remember how we used to run like lunatics all over the Ateneo baseball field. I remember how your ears perked up and your tail wagged whenever I called your name. I remember you saving my life.
Bu do you know whatâ€™s the most painful part of remembering you? Itâ€™s remembering how you loved me as much as I love you.
Weâ€™ll be together again, I promise. But not just yet. Please wait for me this time. Iâ€™ll be with you again, and thatâ€™s a promise. You know me, Sheero, I always keep my promises. Iâ€™ve never broken a promise to you, and I never will.
I will never forget you Sheero. Never. I might have other dogs, but youâ€™ll always be my number one baby. My one and only Sheero baby. Youâ€™ll always, and I do mean always, have a special place in my heart.
Thank you, my darling Sheero. Thank you for being part of my life. Thank you for loving me.