Dear Lady (My Doggy Soul-Mate),

Dear Lady,

It was so long ago, or seems so long ago, that I first saw your sweet face. I remember it like it was yesterday. I even remember the pants I was wearing, soon to be covered in your white fur.

You had your back to me, but I swear you heard me think “Oh what a pretty dog!” because you looked back over your shoulder and wagged your tail. I was hooked. So were you.
The pet store was holding an adoption drive for a humane society a couple counties over. They told me you’d been there for a while, over 6 months. No one wanted you. I still don’t know why. You’re gorgeous, friendly, smart, funny. Perfect. I wanted you. Something about you sang to my heart. It still does.

Mom remembers that day, too. She says she couldn’t possibly tell me no, not after seeing us together. You clearly loved me instantly (it was mutual, trust me), and while you were polite to Mom, it was all about me.

I don’t know if humans can have a dog soul-mate, but if they can, you’re definitely mine. I was always more of a cat person, but you don’t mind, you like cats too. You have this way of knowing when I’m upset and come quietly to my side. You wear the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on a dog’s face when you see me laugh. You can make me laugh when I feel like yelling, and give me hope when I feel helpless. You are my doggy soul-mate.

Over the years we’ve been through a lot together. Good and bad. I wouldn’t change a bit of it.

We don’t live in the same place anymore, or even the same state, but I want you to know I still love you. I still look forward to coming home and seeing you, telling you what a wonderful dog you are, and slipping you a couple treats when the other dogs aren’t looking. And when I’m not there, I think of you. Mom tells me stories about you, I hear you “Wooo wooo!” in the background when I’m on the phone with her. I don’t know if she tells you, but I say hello back.

You’re getting older now, and I seem to be visiting less and less often, but I’m always there for you, Lady, just like you’re always there for me.

Love,
Jennifer

PS: Next time I see you I promise to bring another honeybun since you liked that last one so much.


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