Pippin, 2 Years Options

[Pippin's Mom Kel]

There's so much I could say, but words fall so terribly short. Yesterday, now, January 27, was the two year anniversary of the day my Pippin left for a better place. I still miss him every single day. It is not always with the same searing sharpness of pain as it once was, but a dull ache at a piece of me that is missing. Losing Strider earlier this much has heightened that loss, turned a dull ache to a piercing pain once again. I hate that neither of them are here, but I am glad that Pippin was there to welcome his little brother home and to guide him when he must have been scared and alone.

Pippin, I miss you so. I miss feeling you sleeping on my hip. I miss your purr and your mew. I miss the feeling of your fur and the smell of you - I can barely remember what you smelled like, now. I remember burying my face in the fur of Strider's cheeks, after he died, trying to get one last little bit of his smell embedded in my memory. I cannot even remember that. How could I forget such important things? I miss looking into your beautiful golden eyes, Pippin, and knowing that I was loved for everything I am and everything I am not, without reservation or judgment. I miss your love and I miss your light. Sweet boy, you deserved so much more than seven years with us. I would have done anything for you. I would have given myself in your place, had I the choice.

Please take care of your brother Strider, as you always have. I still cannot quite believe that he is already there with you, Pippin. Take care of him for your Daddy and me - he was your Daddy's little boy, as you were mine. Please make sure he knows how much we love him. He died before we could tell him.

I know that someday I'll see you again, in this world or the next. Until that day, be well, baby boy. Your Mommy loves you.