“God, Will You Pet Bay for Me?”

My Precious Bay
My Precious Bay

I now pray this virtually every time I pray.

God, will you pet my dog for me?  She probably needs a pet.  She liked to be petted but unlike her brother never demanded it.  She’d sometimes bark at him when he was hogging all the love, but she never once refused a pet.

It’s been one month now since I lost my precious and not a day goes by I don’t think of her.  We all do.  We talk about her all the time.  We’ve all written songs about her and we play them frequently.  She sits in a special spot on our bookcase and we are in the process of making her a memorial with her pictures.

And I know your brother misses you so!

He’s bored without you.  Nothing to do.  And I pray he howls again since he hasn’t since you’ve left.

But he’s hanging in there.  Getting all the leftovers and all the love.  Gets both dog pillows too.  Something I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.

He goes where I go.  Even took him for a car ride when it was thundering out (since he’s afraid of the thunder).  He seemed happy although I think you were the only one who truly knew that or not.

We’re planning our hunting trip again.  I still look at that photo of both of you in the mountains from last year.  I think your brother will be happy when he goes.  Maybe he’ll get to drink some deer blood like last year!  Maybe he’ll get to chase an elk for me.  But I know he’ll get to smell all the smells only dogs are privileged to smell.

Still, it won’t be the same without you.  Trying to lay with us when it got too cold. Guarding the camp.

Simply being there when Mommy needed a pet.

Bay, I miss you.  So, so much.