Dear Hercules,
I played with you all day at daycare, yesterday. This morning, you weren’t there to greet me as a poked my head under the fence to say ‘Hi, Herc! wanna play??!” You died in the early morning, this morning. ..of bloat. 😦 I miss you, terribly. You weren’t old. It’s too soon. You weren’t supposed to leave me, yet. My big, goofy, loud, bossy, bouncy, lovable Hercules (female boxer/great dane mix). Mom said she will miss cleaning dried Herc spit off my head when I come home from daycare. 😦 I knew you were in trouble. That’s why I woke Mom at 430 am. I tried to tell her I didn’t need to go outside; that’s not why I woke her. I crawled up in her spot on the bed. She didn’t get it. I needed hugs and kisses because I could see you. She figured it out later when she found out about you and what time you passed on. 😦 I was at daycare all day, then came home and crawled into my house and stayed there all night. That’s not me, either. Mom came to my house and talked to me; she talked to me at bedtime, too. I know I can play with you forever in my dreams. I can talk to you whenever I want. I still miss you.
~Love, Gita
Gita's Tale 
