One
of his favorite games here was "Stalking Mamma".
I used to take him with
me to the barn when I went to feed the horses. He
would walk silently and slowly behind me as I carried
the buckets of feed. The rules were simple...I was
the prey and he was the stealthy hunter. I would walk a few steps...he would walk
a few steps. I would stop...he would stop.
I'd start walking again...he'd proceed too. Suddenly,
I would stop and whip around and say, "Who's that following
me?" And he would dart off to the left or right
and take off like the wind, run a circle around me covering
most of the yard and return to his position behind me.
I would walk a few steps....he would walk a few steps......
Sadly,
Sy made his final journey to the rainbow bridge on January
31, 2003.
He
suffered myosarcoma in the muscle of his right hip and thigh.
The day I had made te decision to help him on his way to
a pain free life at the bridge, he quietly crossed
over on his own while we were away from the house.
Even though he is flying to the bridge on gossamer wings,
I can feel him here with me...all around me....inside my
heart....by my side...at my feet. At
last the four muskateers of Dragonflyte are together again.
Geno, Hawk and
Woody must have been waving their tails furiously as they
met him there, smiles on their sweet faces, inviting him
to race the wind on the clouds, jostling and bumping shoulders
in good natured fun. My boys, the four, truly my angels
now, running pain free on four long, solid limbs with the
wind in their faces and the sun warm on their backs.
Save mamma a place at the bridge my boys. I'll be
there to join you some day to lead you across the bridge
into Heaven.
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