Today is Spencer my departed Frenchie's birthday.
You should be 10-years old.
You should be my 3-year-old daughter's best friend.
You should be getting ready for Boston springtime walks with me.
Instead, you are not here. I miss you. I am cleaning out my work desk, in preparation for an office move, and saw this Limerick thumbtacked to my wall:
Who wrote that? A real cancer survivor. After he "rung the bell" to signal his remission, he immediately sought you to read it aloud and give you his "Golden Mensh Award." You did that.
I loved volunteering with you. You made such an impact.
I picture you waiting for us to walk through the doors. When we eventually do, as death's arrow spare's no one, I will give the biggest pet.
Limerick
There is a lodge called HopeFilled with people, who are able to copeThey have strength, courage and loveand share these traits with friends and aboveSo be a believer and Joy will be your tote