by Danielle Davidson
My dear Hank. Before I knew you were sick I had a dream about Heaven, and you and Bo were waiting for me at our mansion. You beat me up the marble steps to our room! Then you got sick and fought so hard to still make me smile. You were always a big answer to a little prayer. Bo still looks for you, and I still see signs that God has you and you are ok. I cried for a sign, and God told me to go to Tractor Supply. I did, and walking through the store didn't see anything. But as I was leaving, a van drove by with an advertisement for pet grooming. The tag line: we make your pet feel at home. And then again, as I was about to stop to get your ashes, I heard a song that I hadn't heard forever but was singing earlier that day: Precious Memories. I have so many precious memories. After my dad died I would call your name when I was sad because you were my happy place. I call out your name so much now. I miss you so much, Hankie. Ma loves her poo bear so much.