Zackary Blu Sullivan Rodier

Zackary Blu Sullivan Rodier-January 4, 2014 I wrote this a few hours before my Zackary Blu left his world and crossed to the Rainbow Bridge to wait for me there… I have watched you grow from a rolley-poly puppy to a graceful old gentleman.  I have rocked you to sleep in tired arms.  You have been with me through times of trial and triumph…laughter and tears.  I sit here and listen to you breathe.  Cancer, A savage beast that is taking you from me.  I look back and remember the silly, sad, & profound moments we have shared.  I remember how proud you were to ride in a police car & never took for granted the wind in your hair.  And the time you ate an entire pizza I bought for your Bubby’s birthday.  The day you escaped through the fence while playing with Bubby and ended up being hit by a mini-van & losing your eye.  You know, I always thought it was funny that you and Keyth both have spots of a different color in your eye.  Can’t deny you two are brothers…you just have more hair than he does.  How you love to open your own Christmas presents…& know exactly which stocking is yours.  The childlike innocence you have when it snows.  To you it is lke free ice cream all over your yard.  Your stubborness.  Like an old piece of bread.  Hard on the outside but once you love someone-a soft heart on the inside.  The way you peek around the corner or make your way into the bathroom to make sure mommy is okay.  Your eyelashes remind me of Snuffleuffagus from Sesame Street.  I remember how you would jump on the bed every morning as soon as my alarm would go off and you would put a paw on each side of my face and kiss me until I was awake.  And the one morning you miscalculated and punctured my eye.  The same eye you lost.  So I always joked you wanted you mommy to look more like you.  You are the most spoiled kid ever.  You’ve never eaten much ‘dog-food’ cause I love to cook for you.  And when you don’t eat.  I spoon feed you.  And how you would wait by the stove under my feet when I wold make your hamburger potato soup.  Oh, and that day on Ball Lake when you chased the ducks over to the island.  Bubby and I walked to get you and by the time we made it over there, your silly butt swam back over to where we had been fishing.  Tonight I am siting here-still listening to you struggling to breathe, My heard aches with the knowledge you are going to leave me soon.   Zachary Blu, you will take a huge piece of me with you.  Cause I don’t care what people say.. you ARE my son.  You just have more hair.  (Singing the song I wrote for you)  I love you Zackary Blu.  Yes I do.  You know it’s true, my Zackary Blu..P-Bo Chickabee…