SPARTAN...

SPARTAN...

He comes to me, leans hard on my leg, my chest, or my arm..it’s as if he wants our spirits to be one..

He’s dying.. 

My loving spirit animal is very ill.

We got him only a few short years ago as a pup..

(He looked like our other white boxer, Dempsey, who had past a few months before.)

He was the biggest one of the litter.  The breeder called him “Moose”.

That name was not suitable because I already had his name picked out and boy did it fit him to a tee.  I named him “Spartan”.. 

I very much expected him to live a long and healthy life in our household .. 

Waiting at home, after we picked him up, was our precious Roxy, a fawn boxer, who grieved the loss of our last white boxer, Dempsey..  Much like Spartan grieved after she left us..but that’s another story ..

Now here he is .. laying so close to me.. looking at me as he’s saying ..”Mom, what’s wrong with me”? “It’s hard to swallow and I can’t breath very well”..  Why God, are you taking Spartan so soon?

My answer came to me as I whispered to him yesterday ..

“Soon my precious one, my loving, sweet Spartan,

you are going to see Roxy again”.. 

His eyes slowly closed as he seemed to understand.

He drifted to sleep where I know he must see her in his dreams as they play in the meadow, not far from a place they call The Rainbow Bridge..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

02/06/17

** Dedicated to Roxy, Diamond, Tyson and Dempsey..

I pray they will be waiting on the other side of the rainbow bridge to welcome Spartan into the place they now call home.

Please tell them, dear Spartan, tell them I love them and I miss them with all my heart ..