RIP, Binx- A memorial statement
Binx,
I can’t believe it has been one whole year. 52 weeks. 365 days. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, Binx. Not one single day. Sure, the knife like pain is gone, and I can sleep in my own house without hearing you walk around, and I don’t cry every single Monday morning anymore. Everyone was right, the pain has dimmed, some. It isn’t gone. It is far from gone. I cry as I type this, I miss you so bad. I can still see you clearly. I see your eyes, asking me to take you for a walk. I can still feel your coarse coat, and your long, long tail, hitting my legs as I untangle us from the leash. The tennis ball still sits in the closet, the last visible toy of yours that isn’t packed up tightly. This past weekend, I had on the vest I used to wear with you, and as I took Jonah for a long walk around your favorite spot, I promised myself that he will know about you. He will know what a wonderful companion you were, so patient, so loving. I still can’t ever imagine loving/living with another doggie other than you. You were the absolute best. By far. I hope you know that my heart remains tied to you, forever, and that I only wanted what was best for you. I didn’t mean to let you down.
xoxo,
Johanna