My dearest Pishka,|
"Pishka". Your name means "little treasure" and a little treasure you were. Your pawprint is forever on my heart and your spirit forever a part of mine.
You were so tiny. I'll never forget when you met your puppy brother Marty for the fist time. You were all puffed and hissy - being all big girl bad yet you became best friends.
We spent so many years together and we shared so much. People came in and out of our lives. Creatures came and went too but it was you and I, together. We would play and laugh until we were both worn out and then you would lay quietly by my side. We moved and had to get used to new places but we did it together. Your purring, your nuzzling, cuddling under the covers early in the morning. You saved me when I didn't think I could survive the grief. You would wash my tears and then sleep in my lap until I was calm. We shared yogurt. I knew your time with me was ending when even yogurt didn't interest you. Still you tried and still you purred. It happened too fast. I didn't have time to say goodbye but then no time would have been enough. I couldn't be selfish. I had to let you go. You were such a gentle girl. You were my calico angel on earth and now you're God's calico angel in Heaven.
Sometimes I think I hear you purring in the early morning hours. Sometimes I think I feel you touch my cheek with your velvet paw. I pray you're whole again and not frail and ill with age. I know it was never the same for you after I brought Danny's girls into our home but what could I do? I couldn't banish them to a shelter. You were always number one but I know you were sad. I'll never get over the guilt I have for that. You gave everything, unconditionally for me. I gave you love. I pray your know how much. Please forgive me.
You were a blessing granted to me and I was so honored to be your caregiver and friend. Your little sister, Shadow. She is so much like you. Shadow does many of the things you did. She'll touch me on the cheek with her paw and she crawls under the covers in the early morning. She knows when I need to be comforted. She was in our lives before you crossed Rainbow Bridge but just maybe you were both created by the same angels.
I held you the day you were born. I held you as you took your last breath. God wouldn't create Heaven without a place for all His creatures. I know without a doubt you're with God. I pray it's true that we'll be reunited. I have to believe.
Until that day.
I love you Pishka. Go with God.