Holidays with 'Mo

Memories of 'Mo

Holidays with 'Mo

Growing up, my parents never allowed our dogs to live in the house. Although they were allowed to come in now and again to spend time with the family, they lived outside. They were safe in their own yard and had a dog house, built by my Dad.....well insulated, with a shingled roof that matched the roof on our own house.

My father passed away in January of 1983 and my 'Mo found me in September of 1986. From the first day my Mom met him, my 'Mo had an open invitation to all holiday gatherings at her house. He was allowed the run of the house and was even allowed on the furniture....something that was beyond consideration in our childhood years...............

I'm Thankful

It's Thanksgiving Day, the family's all here,

Laughing and Talking, all in good cheer.

The turkey all roasted, the smell fills the air,

We sit down to dinner, each in our chair.

Easch seat is taken by one that I love,

I thank God for the blessings he sends from above.

I glance 'round the table and I realize

That someone is missing and tears fill my eyes.

There's no little dog parked by my feet,

Patiently waiting for his bites of meat.

And still I am thankful....my heart tells me so,

For having known you, my dear precious 'Mo.

I'm grateful God sent you to love and to care,

I'm thankful you're safe at the Bridge up there.

But still I am sad....I can't hide the tears,

You sat by my feet.....for so many years.

'Mo's Mom Carol

November 23, 2000

Presents for 'Mo

Christmas is coming...it's that time of year,

A day for fresh tears and heartache, I fear.

The lights in the windows going up all around,

Tired out shoppers are all homeward bound.

Laden with presents for those that they love,

To place under a tree with an angel above.

This year I shop quicker, less gifts to buy,

No presents to wrap for my little guy.

Each year he was here there were presents galore,

I couldn't resist....I bought out the store!

A present a day, for a week, maybe two,

A little toy ball, a new squeaky shoe.

One little red coat with sheepskin inside,

To keep him warm on our trips outside.

I'd hang up his stocking and fill it with care,

A new doggie brush for his soft silky hair.

Please answer my question....I so need to know....

Is there Christmas at the Bridge.....are there presents for 'Mo?

'Mo's Mom Carol

December 15, 2000

Mother's Day Birthday

I read the cards in your Memory Book....

"Happy Mother's Day", they say.

I've read them over time and again,

And cry new tears today.

No gentle kisses on my chin

From the golden boy I miss....

Oh, what I wouldn't give to have

Just one more Mother's Day kiss.

I read the cards in your Memory Book...

"Happy Birthday, 'Mo", they say.

I've read them over time and again,

And cry new tears today.

No birthday kisses gently placed

Upon your golden head.

I read the cards in your Memory Book...

And wipe tears away instead.

But in my heart, I hear you....

And I pray you hear me, too.

"Happy Mother's Day Mom, I love you"....

"Happy Birthday 'Mo, Happy Birthday to you......"

^Kaz's Golden Gizmo^

5/13/86 - 7/18/00

'Mo's Mom Carol

May 13, 2001

The Holidays are still very difficult........I'm still learning how to get through them without my 'Mo here beside me. I no longer have to hide presents in the upper branches of the Christmas tree to keep him from opening them in the middle of the night as I sleep......I miss the joy of watching him open his presents with the excitement shining in his eyes. So I cling to those memories, holding them in my heart as each holiday arrives......and I remember.......I will always remember......