My Beautiful Boy

by Tracey H. Thompson
(Camden, South Carolina, USA)

My sweet Bunkin aka/ Maverick was born just 3 weeks after his dad Sam passed. Sam my first Aussie he held the key to my heart as his offspring has. My beautiful angel was born three weeks early by C section the Vet did not perform an ultra sound. Here I was with seven very premature pups. Not given a chance by the Vets I sat up both night and day feeding cleaning, and praying for all of you. You were the miracle, the only survivour. I was diagnosed with type 2 breast cancer five months before you were born I was slowly giving up, but here you came fighting for a chance to live. You became my fight, my life, my reason to keep going. I took you with me to work in a small box along with your blanket, stuffed toy, and formula. You fit in the palm of my hand, barely an ounce. When you cried I stopped working to feed you my clients would offer to but I wasn't comfortable with that afraid you would choke or that they carried something that would make you sick. You slept on my chest, peed and pooped there and it didn't matter just live be strong my little Angel. You fell into the swimming pool the third day that I let you out you were three months old. Again the Vet said you would not make it because of a bacterial infection. That was three years ago. We both overcame the odds. I had been told that you would not live very long and now at just over three years I have to say farewell, (not good bye) until we all meet again. My heart bleeds, my soul cries, yet I know I must let go. Your brother and sister miss you, they grieve as well. I will always remember you my sweet sweet angel, I will always love you my dear and faithful boy.