You were so
little when you came to us. You weighed
less than five pounds and hardly caused us any trouble. Sleep was a constant companion of yours and I
of you – so sleep and I became great friends too. You would run and play and only do half the
things I told you to. One day Mom cut up
a whole tray of fresh fruit – apples, oranges, grapes – but they weren’t for
you. When nobody was looking though the
fruit was all gone from the table and there you were and there we were. But you weren’t hungry anymore.
Life wasn’t
ever boring with you around! You grew to
your full size and then you grew some more as Dad paid special attention to you
when it was supper time (or breakfast or lunch). You were always there for me. I held you as I cried and you never said
anything, just let me be. Then life was
better. You’d ride in our green
wheelbarrow to help build my strength and gain a higher position in the
world. Dad tricked you one time and had
you jump in when there was water sitting inside. Oh how you hated water! It took you months to jump back in and ride
again. Your trust had been broken.
Time and
you had reached a decision – you were getting old. Breathing and walking and
eating all became too much for you…and then…you were gone. Now your leash hangs unused and my pillow
remains all mine. You were the best
companion.
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