Dear Willy,

My beloved Willy:

I remember the day you came into my life, it wasn’t my choice; you were my daughter’s birthday gift. I didn’t want a pet, I didn’t have the time and didn’t want the responsibility. But little did I know that you would not be my pet.

Since the beginning I took care of you, I fed you, I showered you, I took you for walks and everything in between. When you got very sick I took you to the vet and gave you meds, just as I would do with my own daughter. But it wasn’t until you got lost that I realized how important you were to me. Each of those horrible nights that you were lost, I walked the entire neighborhood looking and calling your name. I could not believe that I was crying myself to sleep because “the dog was lost”. The thought of never seen you again was too much, were you hurt? were you hungry? all these questions went through my mind. It was then when I finally knew that I loved you, and that you were now a part of me. When I got that call at work, from the amazing human being who found you after she recognized you from one of the flyers I had posted, I was so happy that I couldn’t fight the tears and started crying right there in the middle of my office.

Since then, I’ve been blessed with having you in my life each and every day. You are a beautiful, smart, funny dog who has shown me a kind of love that I didn’t know could exist.

Willy you are not my pet and never will be, you are a part of me.

I love you and you love me and I promise I will always have a comfy couch for you to sleep in and chewable items around the apartment for you to destroy as long as we are together.

Breed: Mastiff


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