Dear Zoe

Dear Zoe,

As I type this letter you are on the floor beside me, always close to me, ready for whatever kind of love I cast your way. You must be made of a concoction of all the cosmic good stuff. You were perfectly designed and we can only strive to be as pure and loving as you, but deep down we humans know too much. You know only to love and to be loved.

I am especially grateful for the lessons that you have taught my children. You teach everyday by example. You demonstrate those things that I could never teach. You show them the meaning of unconditional love and forgiveness. You teach them: to smile, jump up and lick someone on the face when they first come in the door, that sleeping is always better with something warm and cozy to snuggle up to, that a long walk and exercise is very good for cleansing the colon, that with just one ball a whole afternoon can be joyous, to be a loyal and pure hearted friend, and that it feels so good when someone wipes your tears away (in your case, licks the tears away). Maybe most importantly, you teach them that no words are necessary, most of the time just to show up and be there is quite enough.

I know these words don’t really mean much to you. Words are hollow anyway, and could never be adequate enough to explain our gratitude. So for now it will have to suffice when I give you two pieces of chicken jerky, throw the ball an extra ten times, let you sniff the black wrought iron mailbox where your friends Mr. and Mrs. Retriever live, take a walk in the mist, and rub your belly, always rub your belly. And maybe that’s the best lesson of all: SHOW your love, all the time, everywhere. The only thing that matters is to love and to be loved…but you already knew that.

We love you Zoe Biggs.

Whitney Biggs
and the little Biggs: Jackson and Marlee



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