And then the time has come again… December 21st, it is etched in my memory. Because of two reasons …
The first is of course because it has been a fact for years that I will be celebrating my birthday a day later. The second reason was added last year. One day before my birthday, just the day before, that I had to let go of my beloved great white friend.
Rowan, it's been a year since I had to let you go. It's been a year since I was last able to pet your soft white fur. It's been a year since I last gave you a hug, and it's been 1 year since you took a big piece of my heart with you forever.
How much has changed in a year. How many times have I missed you. How many times have I been looking for you, looking around where you were ... only to realize, you are gone. You will never come back.
But in all those moments I knew, even if you are not here… you are still there. You are and will always be my lucky charm, and you are and will remain the dog that keeps me on the right path. If I threaten to sink into depression, it is you who save me from that, as you did with your presence for 11 years, you still do it now. Because of you I still find the strength to carry on. I am convinced that you put Skipper on my path.
Skipper who resembles you in so many things, yet is so different at the same time. Skipper who so obviously needs love. The same love that I've always given you.
I could write a whole post about you Rowan, but everyone here has known you for a long time, everyone here knows how much you meant to me. And everyone here knows what it meant to me to have to let you go ...
And now 1 year after your death, I also have few words left
You have left my life, But you never left my heart
And I can say for sure
You will never leave my heart!
You and me together ... always and forever. You are and will always be, my Forever Hero
