Letters to a Dog
January 6
Dear Dog,
I saw you today for the first time, just a couple houses from my own. The
school bus stopped to let out your kids, and your mom opened the front door
to let you run out and greet them. You are a wiggly, bouncy and happy
little puppy with a full belly and a shiny coat. Your kids grabbed you up,
hugged you, held you and toted you inside. Your tail was wagging the entire
time. I thought to myself, how sweet, what a way to end a long hard day.
I spoke to your mom this evening and she said that they got you from the
Animal Shelter, and the kids named you Lucky.
March 10
Dear Lucky,
I saw you today as I always do on my way home from work. You were already
outside to greet the kids today, which seemed a little odd. The little girl
got off the bus and shooed you away; she appeared to not want you jumping on
her. The boy got off the bus and gave you a quick playful pat on the head,
then smelled his hand and brushed you aside. You looked confused and sad,
as you went to lie by the porch. You curled up in a tight ball on the cold
ground and let out a huge sigh. My heart felt heavy that day.
March 21
Dear Lucky,
I saw you today. I was headed home, and the kids got off the bus, walked to
the house, and you ran out as far as you could on your heavy chain to let
them know you were there. The little girl ignored you, the little boy told
you to be quiet, when you barked for his attention. My neighbor commented
that they needed to do something with your barking because you keep them up
at night. You had a bucket of water and a bowl of food, a relatively nice
doghouse, but your eyes were sad and empty. I shook my head and let out a
huge sigh.
April 30
Dear Lucky,
I worried for you today. You look thin, your chain heavy on your neck, your
coat is dirty and falling out, you don't get up to do much anymore. Your
bucket is turned over, and I have not seen your food bowl for a few days
now. I spoke to the neighbor and asked about you. He said you still bark
at night and he saw the man of the house throw something at you the other
day as he scolded you. I shook my head in despair as I went back into my
house.
June 4
Dear Lucky,
My heart sank today. I was headed home, and you weren't in your yard. A
large part of me hoped you got away, another large part of me was frightened
at all the other possibilities. I asked my neighbor about you, and he said
your family went on vacation and sent you back to the Animal Shelter. I
shook my head and cried for you as I went into my house.
June 5
Dear Dog,
I went to the shelter today. I found you huddled in the back of a cage that
had a bucket, a bowl of food, and a blanket for you to lie on. You looked
up at me as if you knew me, and my heart broke as I read your card. They did
not even care enough to give them your name, and the card simply said,
"male, neutered retriever mix. Owners did not want." I cried when a
gentleman from the kennel said, "That's a sad one there. He came from here,
you know, last Christmas. Guess they just got tired of him. He's too
frightened, no one will adopt him." I went to the counter and told them I
would be back tomorrow and please don't do anything just yet. They all
kind of nodded like they heard that one before.
June 6
Dear Dog,
I brought you home today. You were scared and untrusting, but a small part
of you somewhere allowed you to wag the tip of your tail when I told you
that you were a good boy and that I loved you. I gave you a new name,
"Happy", because you aren't and I hope that someday you will be. You had an
accident on the floor, and when I came back to clean it up with paper towel
you slunk down and whimpered as if the hand was coming for you. I tried to
choke back the tears when I thought of what you must have gone through in
the past six months. I reached out and patted you and your eyes closed and
your body went limp at such a gentle gesture. "We're going to be all
right," I told you. I showed you your food, and you ate voraciously, and
you marveled at the treats and toys I got for you.
December 25
Dear Happy,
Good morning my best friend! You woke me, as always, popping out from under
the covers on your side of the bed, licking my face to tell me it was time
for our walk. We went through the living room and you sniffed what Santa
left for us. I hugged you and said, "Last year you were a Christmas gift,
now this year, these are all yours!" Your coat is shiny, your belly always
full, and even though we found out at your first vet visit you had
heartworms, you are healthy now. As we went out for our walk, we saw your
old family in the front yard. They look at you each time as if they
recognize you in a way, but you don't give them a second glance. --- Then I
believe both our hearts stopped as we saw the children emerge from the yard
holding a small playful puppy. "Isn't she just precious? We got her from
the animal shelter. Hope this one works out, the other dog we got from there
was so much trouble." I sighed and refrained from pointing out that you
were not the trouble. You looked up at me as if to say, "Thank you, mom."
I kneeled down and whispered in your sweet ear, "No, it is I who thank you."
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