Dear Mowgli,
Today you would have been 3 years old. I would have dressed you up in your skeleton costume, and taken you on a long W-A-L-K. I would have gone to the pet store with you, and I would have let you pick out your favorite toy. Just like last year. I wouldn't be mad if you peed on the floor like last year either, I figured you were just really excited, and you knew.. puppies can't get in trouble on their birthdays. I would have made us both pizza for dinner. You would have sat up by my shoulder, keeping your mouth close to mine, just in case I forgot where my mouth was and accidentally put pizza in your mouth.
Remember when I made you that cake? For your first birthday? It was a two layer dog food cake, with treats, peanut butter and cheese. Little dog bones were set up around the cake like frosting. It was very cute, but you didn't know what to do with it.
Remember when I took this picture?
It was one year ago exactly. To this very day.
I bought this costume for you, years before you were even born.
I bought it knowing I would put it on my little baby dog one day.
You really didn't like it. You put your little fuzzy butt up in the air in distaste.
But we had a deal, you just had to wear it one day out of the year.
Now it's in a box under my bed with your other clothes and some of your toys.
Except your Coon.
He snuggles with me on the nights where I miss you most.
Like last night.
I cried very hard last night.
Very hard, I might have woken up the neighbors.
I'm just a little irritated with you... you see, when you died, you took out 4 real big holidays.
You were born on Halloween.
You were given to me on Christmas.
You fell down the stairs on Valentines day.
(This could have been a leading cause to your back problems)
And you passed away the day before St. Patrick's day.
You always were my "Holiday Doggie."
I said this before I knew you would pass away with two more holidays.
It's taken a long time to stop thinking about the pain and sadness you were in before you died.
It's a hard process to focus on the good and happy memories.
But I'm doing my best.
I really think you would get along so well with Charlie and Wicket.
They are silly, crazy rascals, just like you.
You would have taught them some things, like how to chew on my underwear,
and they would have taught you something, like how to dig big holes, and track in mud.
I think I'll take them on a Halloween-Costume-Mowgli's-Birthday Walk in your honor.
Happy Birthday Mister Mowgli.
I miss you, and I love you so very much.
Until we meet again..
Your best pal,
Rachael
