Dear Little Guy,

It’s been almost eight years since you were put to sleep. You were my beloved pet: a black and white, beautiful, smart, loving pit bull. I remember getting you when you were only six weeks old and holding you on my lap all the time in the Jeep. I remember holding you and telling you it would be okay after we picked you up from getting your little ears clipped, and I held you on my lap all the way from Miami to our home in Key West. I remember one of the times I rollerbladed with you over by Louie’s backyard when I was kinda pregnant, and how you whipped around a corner and took off running and I just held on for dear life. I remember having to leave you and I called you and said, “Mama loves you, Little Guy” into the answering machine for five months. Most of all, I remember you being there to save my life.

The baby that was in my tummy when I had you is now eight years old and I still have her. I miss that I no longer have you. I remember how hard it was to be with that man I loved at the time, and I am so grateful to you for being there with me. I know Spirit brought you to me to help me get through everything. I’ll always be grateful to you for that. I will always love you, and I know you’ll always be in my heart.

Mama still loves you, Little Guy.

Mama, age 42