5.05.2009

Missing him still

The last few nights, when going through the night time rituals with my girl, she has told me this:

"Mommy, I really miss Kooter. I want to see him in heaven."

And she cries.

I feel bad. I know that this is an early lesson in learning to live in spite of a loss. A lesson in loving sight-unseen. I want to take the pain from her, but know that I can't, nor should I, really.

She is coping well:
She gives lots of attention to Daisy. We talk about Kooter, how we love him, miss him, how he is still in our hearts, how he can visit us in our dreams, how he is probably happy & at peace, playing fetch with an endless supply of tennis balls.

The last few mornings, when I go into her room, she has moved her pictures around. She has framed pictures of her Monkey Matt, her Aunt Angel, and 2 pictures each of Daisy & Kooter. They are all on her nightstand, but when I go in her room, one of Kooter is on her dresser, facing her bed.

This morning, not only was that picture there again, but the other picture of him, a close-up of his silly face when he was a puppy, was in her bed with her. Also? A tennis ball.

When I asked her about the tennis ball, her simple response choked me up:

"I wanted to play fetch with Kooter if he visited me in my dreams."

My sweet girl, if only you knew what you do to me.

6 comments:

Misty said...

This nearly broke my heart, too. Doesn't it seem far worse when our children suffer a loss, right along with us? A huge part of me wants to shield my children from hurting this way, but I know it isn't so. I am sorry for your loss of sweet Kooter, I know you loved him so. xo Misty

thecoconutdiaries said...

I think my heart just stopped. You are raising such a caring little darling! You guys should be proud.

Miss Grace said...

Aw. Sad but so sweet.

Sarah said...

oh my gosh my heart is breaking. I miss kooter too now!

whymomdrinksrum.net said...

Awww, what a sweetie!

Amy said...

The Tenth Good Thing About Barney, by Judith Viorst. My mom bought it for me when I was ten and our dog died one night without warning. I used to send it to people, strangers, who would bring their animals in the dark hours of day or morning, the moment having arrived, the need to let go having finally grown bigger than the urge to hold on.

Anyway, it's a good book. Even for us, still little kids in big, grown up bodies.