Sweet Hamlet,

My dear Boy

Mommy loves you so much. My heart is broken and it seems that people diminish my grief because you are a dog. You were a guide to me. You were always there for me, you were never angry, you lay by my bed. At nights I could hear you breathing. You comforted me when I felt sad, when people were nasty you stepped in and licked my face. I called you Hamlet because you are and will always be royal. When I read Shakespeare to you fell asleep. You have always been on my side. When Mommy played the violin, you would rest at my feet, and I have been struggling to pick up the violin ever since. Mommy can't stop crying. And she must do her work. It's very silent and you loved Fleetwood Mac my boy. You would look at the world as if you were watching a beautiful film. You were the bravest gentlest creation I have ever known. You are magnificent. Like a King. I am looking for you everywhere - sometimes I think you are hiding. Mommy is so sorry that your daddy left. That he never gave you those three packets of dog food. That you help your paw to me and comforted me. Your body was so large. You are my unicorn. But your real daddy is with you now. You had so much pain. I wish I could have carried your pain. But you carried it for me. I know that you were never mine. That you were created by God. That you are lying with your creator and that He takes care of you. Mommy wrote a list last night. She wrote for my daddy to build you a castle, for Naomi to check if you are covered. I dreamt you were standing at a gate and asked mommy if you can go run. Go run my boy. My beautiful boy. Run with the angels. Run because you are free. Mommy is sorry she never got you the mansion you deserved on this planet. I would have loved to create a dam where you can swim every day. God took such good care of you. He told me you were on of his most masterful creations. Your heart. Your soul. My son. Mommy didn't have children. She had you. You taught me to be strong, but I struggle. May the water that runs from my eyes create a waterfall where you can swim. Mommy is working hard to join you there. She reads Psalms and prays. I know Jesus let you into my life...as a guide...as a support. You know mommy hates sleeping alone. I love you, my boy. My beautiful boy. Thank you. I miss you. So much. People have sent flowers to you. You love flowers. You loved sniffing them. Such big paws. " “Good night, sweet prince,

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” Run my boy. Run. Heaven. I know you are loving it there.

Love,

Mommy