The 20th will be exactly 1 year that you've been gone, buddy. I think about you every day. I found a poem that really describes how I feel.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
That's what it's like without you. Happy things, I wish you were here. I think, Roscoe would have loved this. When I'm upset, I think, Roscoe would make me feel better. You know I love your brother T-Bone, but nobody can take your place. I can't believe you've been gone so long. I'm just sorry we didn't have more time together here, but I know you're in a place now where you aren't tormented. You know I let you go because I love you so much, not because I didn't want you with me anymore. On the 20th, I am going to get out some of your fur from the music box and one of your collars. I'm going to put them in a hole and plant a lovely rose bush on top of it, so it will grow with your spirit. You were always the level headed dog, take charge and keep Henry and the gang in line over there! When I come home, I can't wait to hug you tight again, and sing you your song.
Love always,
Mom.