8 Months without you ...

I miss going to the park with you and letting you run around and smell everything and playing with the other dogs. We love you.

Fall

Its windy today, fall is coming.
I wish you were here so we could go for a walk together.

Love you baby

7 months...

Love you

6 months without you

We love you so much, and miss you every single day

Miss you

5 Months without you

Love you so much

For some reason this I remembered this morning that a while back my friend Josh asked if he could put Cinnamon's picture in a game environment for one of the Nancy Drew games he was working on for work. And I put her picture in an illustration for a website.

It's nice to think lots of other people I've never met get to see her beautiful face.

Lonely

I miss you a lot tonight Cinnamon.
For some reason I keep remembering the last moments we had with you and it makes me really sad. I wish you were still here with me. I wish I was thinking of the happy times. I wish I could give you some more loving right now.

4 months

Today is four months without you Cinnamon.
We walked by the grass spot at the end of the street that we used to sit at on nice days. The one with the yellow flowers, and where you would find good grass to eat.

Its paved over now except for a small area, so its not like you remember it. Its hard to pass now and not wish we were in the past sitting there with you.

We love you so much.

Today is three months without our baby

I sit and try to write the words, I want your heart to hear.
Hoping to find some comfort, in the fact that your not here.
I look out into the open field, that you once occupied,
Knowing now that field is empty, because my love, you've died.
I do believe with all my heart, that your soul has gone to be,
With all the other angel dogs, that you were meant to see.
We will have to stay behind, until God calls us too,
So do not be afraid, that he's only called for you.
The water is still, in the pond that you played,
And your bed is so empty, where your pretty head laid.
Our bed is to empty, where you once laid between,
the two people who LOVED you and now only dream,
That one day our eyes will shut one last time,
and you will come greet us, angel of mine.
Until then, I'll keep trying to see through my tears,
with memories you left us, to reflect through the years.
We'll never forget one minute we spent,
of loving and laughing, of places we went.
And I dread the day that your scent disappears,
for it's "proof" to me, Cinnamon, that you were just here!
But one day will come, when we'll start to see through,
the pain of the moment, and remember just "you".
Now you go and play, and look down when you can,
remembering we love you, and this isn't the end.

-Holly W. Gray

"They will not go quietly, the dogs that shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door.

Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,

And sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts belongs to them... and always will."

Yesterday was 2 months

Miss you girl.
Love you.

Cell Phone Pics

I miss you rolling around

You were here

Today marks a month without Cinnamon.
We miss her so much.






As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.

Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.

It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future,
But just last week,
You were here.

Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.

More days pass,;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.

Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.

More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.

I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.

The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.

-Jenine Stanley