My Riker - I had to let you go, and when I bought you home wrapped in my arms, and 'fields of gold' was playing on the radio - I promised I'd remember you when the fields turned gold.
Well, our fields of gold are out in bloom now - I walked through them today - thousands of buttercups. Harvey tried to eat each and every one!! ...there was one solitary daffodil there too...in my mind, that was you...how daft does that sound?!? And boy did I cry...I'm so glad there was noone else there to see me...I couldn't stop, and I didn't have any tissues, just poo bags, so my sleeve had to do! Harvey was there though, just like you used to be, licking the tears away and ready to act silly with me. He is a darling, and I love him to bits too - you two would have had such a ball together.
I don't want to remember you when you died - because I think of you each and every day. There are fields of gold all around me - golden rapeseed, golden buttercups, barley, and when the sun bleaches the grass in that field you loved so much this Summer, it will turn that honey gold that reflected on to your fur - making you the shiniest dog in the world!! I'll remember you then too.
Oh how I loved you, and Oh dear how I miss you so so so so much and would do anything to see you run in those fields again...I hope, wherever you are, you have fields of gold to be free in. I have to believe you're there...somewhere.
Yes, you were "a dog" - but you were the most precious thing to me...and some around me think I'm strange for loving you so, that's why I've put this here...you were worth each and every tear I've cried over you xxxxxxx
Run free dear sweet boy...
