Many of us can relate to losing a pet. We all know that one day, the inevitable would occur. Was I mentally prepared? NO.
Stitch, our brindle French Bulldog, was our fierce protector for 12 years. He tried to plan his great escape for years…. Only to act as a boomerang and always find his way back. Thank goodness.
Some of my favorite life stories involve Stitch. Like the time he escaped the back yard to attend a Harlem Globetrotters game. He timed it perfectly… running across the court at half time. Onlookers erupted in glee as they suspected that he WAS the halftime show. Oh he was a show alright!!
He often times would escape the backyard to attend church or to causally find his way to grooming trucks in the neighborhood. Those trucks that have the best snacks!
Once he jumped out of our moving car… obviously he survived and that was the day that Stitch realized that he was not a superhero and his super power was not flying.
Turns out Stitch was a super hero… OUR super hero. He could turn a frown upside down and his cuddles cured most.
12 years is a good chunk of time to really get used to a little creature. It is still a daily adjustment waking up without our little nugget.
They say time heals… and maybe.
All I know for sure is that there will never another Stitch. I am so appreciative for the memories this little guy brought to our family.
We love and miss you Stitchy. Fly high!