My dearest Zora… where to begin?
You entered our home as a clumsy, little fur ball whose legs were too long for your body. I loved you instantly. Even as a puppy, you are such a good dog, minus the fact that my armchair and ottoman are missing some corners. You sleep in our bedroom every night without incident, patiently spend time in your crate while we’re away at work and spend hours staring our the window to make sure the house is safe.
Thank you for making sure I’m protected at night while daddy is away for work or hunting. I no longer have to worry about all that goes bump in the night because I know you’ll probably lick ‘em to death. I love being woken up to your face on my pillow every morning, even when it’s before my alarm goes off. I love your kisses and hugs and when you spoon with me during TV time.
Adopting you during our first year of marriage is great practice for kids someday. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a tad OCD. Toys and blankets all over the floor from one end of the house to the other tests my patience sometimes. Just because I pick up a toy and bring it to your basket, doesn’t mean you immediately have to get it back out. Just sayin’. Even your nose artwork on my sliding door, my chewed up underwear and shredded fleece blankets are constant reminders that you’re so very special to me.
I don’t know what I would do without you. I’d probably still be talking to myself in an empty house, making excuses why I shouldn’t go out and run and feeling like something was missing in my life. I love you so much and can’t imagine a life without you and your crazy ears.
I may have rescued you, but you rescued me as well.