If I squint my eyes and look softly I can still see her there on her pillow, with a food bowl right close. I see her in the bathroom, waiting for her morning scritch and a kiss from both me and her sister Raven. Dew waits at the door for her potty buddy, no one can chase the boogies away from the dark that haunts Dew.
I eat something and walk around with a tidbit in my hand looking for her cause no one was allowed to eat a thing without tossing her a tiny bite.
I come in the door and listen for her quiet woofs of hello, is it dinner time.
I work at the kitchen table and can almost see her right there at my feet, making sure I know what time it is and to take doggy breaks when we need them.
My best friend, my first border collie. It was she that got me into sheep, herding, frisbee, rollerblading and all the things a border collie does for you. She gave me her heart, I gave her mine.
She will be so missed. Tears will be long to dry.
Run Free my sweet MayMay. Hold a spot for me and we will meet someday. I know your grass is green again, your legs are steady, and your pain is gone. Balls are at your feet and your body can do all it wants again. Play and enjoy green pastures. All those you touched with your heart are better dogs and people after meeting you.
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