Dear Cal,


Six years ago, on a stroll through the local Texas shelter with your other dad, just to “look at and play with some dogs,” I saw a handsome, golden-eyed dog enthusiastically sniffing around his run. I asked the kennel attendant if I could spend some time with you and she brought you into the visitor room. After seeing your happy face, your floppy ears and those big gold eyes, I instantly knew you were my dog. I was too busy petting you and laughing at your bouncy personality that I didn’t immediately realize you were missing a back leg, freshly shaven with visible suture marks. It looked like a recent injury, and if I hadn’t intended on going home with a dog that day, after getting to know and how incredibly happy you still were after what you had overcome–I was definitely going home with a dog then.

It’s all history from there. You’ve shown me the utmost loyalty, Cal. Always knowing when I don’t feel well, you nudge your cold nose under my arm and gaze up at me comfortingly with those mesmerizing eyes. Your bursts of puppy-like energy remind me to enjoy life, and the endless unconditional love you give me every day (even at those times when I haven’t spent the kind of time with you that I would like to) fills me with such gratitude and warmth–every day! I feel so lucky to have found you that day at the shelter. Your two daddies love you very much. Thanks for being my best friend.

Breed: Beagle


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