A Letter From Gus
Hi Daddy,
I see you. I can always see you. And I see your tears, and I know how sad you are. But I want you to know I’m happy. It’s nice here.
I miss you, too. Daddy, I miss snuggling in your lap while you scratched me behind my ears, and I miss your belly rubs, and I miss just looking at you while you read a book, or while you slept. I would watch you and, Daddy, you brought me such comfort and joy. When I worried about stuff, all I had to do was see you, and I would stop worrying and feel good again. Because you were there.
Oh Daddy, don’t cry! If I could, I would go back to your house and lick the tears on your face. Daddy, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It’s all right. You did what you did because you loved me and you wanted to help me, and you did, Daddy, you did. I never complained. I never wanted to let you know, but, Daddy, the last few days were no fun. And I knew, that last morning, when that man came with the box. Oh, Daddy, I knew. But you know what? I wasn’t scared. Because you were there, Daddy. And I knew that whenever you were there, everything was okay. When you picked me up, and that man put the needle behind my neck, it didn’t hurt, Daddy. No, it didn’t. I didn’t even feel it. All I felt were your kisses on my head, and all I heard were the words you whispered in my ear. You told me not to worry, and I didn’t, Daddy, I didn’t. Because you told me not to.
I don’t remember much after that. In fact, I don’t remember anything after that, except when I woke up, I was here. And Daddy, it’s nice. Daddy, I’ll come and visit you when I can. I don’t know when that will be. I’m still learning my way around here. But I’ll come again. I’ll never leave you, just as you never left me. I’ll show up. You’ll know. And Daddy, I know this: anytime you think of me, I’ll be there in your soul. That’s all you have to do. And then, your heart will swell, and your eyes will grow moist, and a sweet, sad feeling will wash over you, and you’ll see me. You’ll see my little face looking at you, and my ears, and my big fat nose you used to make fun of. And I’ll see you.
Oh Daddy, I don’t understand. I don’t understand how we came into each other’s lives, or why we had to part. But I’m so happy we did. It was good, Daddy, wasn’t it? It was really, really good.
Okay. I have to go now. Please don’t cry, Daddy. You’ll be okay, Daddy. You’ll be okay.
Your loving dog,
Gus
Gus, . when I touch my dog, I think about you, and your Dad. You’re as close as a heartbeat when I read your Daddy’s pawerful words. When I look at your eyes in the picture, all I see is purity. You still inspire!
Well, Gus, you’ve unwittingly made me cry. The hot tears are streaming down my face. I remember, before you and Daddy got together, I tried to pawn off a stray, white cat in my neighborhood. I knew Daddy needed a pet in his life, and he considered it; but in the end, he declined the offer. And, you know what? I know why.
Why is because he also knew he needed a pet, but it wasn’t time for another cat. He sensed you. He knew he was destined for you, so he went looking.
When you sat with your guides, before you came into life, you were given options. I’m sure you’ll remember that now. You chose the option to be with Steve. When he sat with his guides, too, he saw you and knew kismet Gus when he saw you. He also knew he need you to smooth his soul. Now you remember, right?
And so, you commingled into hearts and souls. The true joy will be when you both reunite. You’ve given so much to each other.
Do you remember how I used to slip some deli meat to you? Yeah, that’s the part I was supposed to play. I’m looking forward when I can do that again with you. For now, dear Gus, just visit us in our dreams. Love from Jo.
Damn, it’s not even 7 a.m. and you made me cry, Jo.
Steve, tears are dripping down my cheeks and my heart hurts. I understand. You were so lucky to have one another and so lucky to say goodbye when Gus could still relate to you. You are an amazing and loving human. I wish we had known each other better in the past, and am so glad to know you more now. My love goes out to you and little Gus in doggie heaven or spirit, or wherever, but mostly in your heart and soul.