posted on Aug, 6 2012 @ 10:10 AM
Where are we going? You have to slow down, friend. Surely you know the arthritis in my joints makes walking painful. Just be patient, I’m
Up in the truck? It’s been a long time since I’ve jumped this high, thanks for the boost. I remember the first ride we ever took in this truck;
the day you brought me home from the kennel. That was a wonderful day! I was so excited, my tail kept hitting the door and you laughed and laughed
at me. Remember when I got a little over-enthusiastic with my kisses and you almost wrecked? Never a cross word from you, though. You just laughed
and gave me a big hug. I knew I was one of the lucky ones, then. And riding with the window down….that’s the best! I’m not so old that I
can’t appreciate the wind blowing through my fur. It’s the best feeling ever, almost.
Or maybe the best feeling ever is when you throw my ball. How many times have we played that game? Fetch? Silly name, but a fun, fun, fun game! I
only wish we could play it now, but I can’t run as well as I used to. I guess fetch is a game for youngsters.
I know, I know! The best feeling ever is laying at the foot of your bed at night. I love, love, love it when you would snuggle down in the covers
and I’d come lay beside you. Of course, its been a while since I could jump up on the bed. But I’m laying on the floor beside the bed every
night. No matter that the floor isn’t as soft or warm as the bed. I don’t mind.
Sitting at your side on the couch was fun, too! You’d watch that silly talking box and scratch my ears. That was awesome. Sometimes you’d even
rub my belly or that special spot right above my tail. I love, love, love it when you pet me! It makes me feel loved, and special; even now, when I
can’t quite make it up onto the sofa, I can still sit by your feet.
Oh, wait! I know the best feeling ever! It’s when we’d sing duets, you playing that silly git-tar and me howling at the top of my lungs. How we
laughed and laughed when we did that!
Or maybe the best feeling ever was when I’d hear your truck pull into the driveway. Did you know I would start looking for you every afternoon at
the same time? I’d sit by the door, peering out the window and listening for the sound of your truck. That’s how I was always there to say hello
to you; I waited all afternoon to make sure I didn’t miss you coming home.
What, we’re here already? Wait….I know this place. I don’t like it here. This is where you took me when I got in that fight with the
neighbor. And this is where that white-coat man works, right? Well, as long as you’re with me I’m okay.
Wait, what are you doing? You’re leaving? But it looks like I’m getting a shot! Oooo, I hate shots. Come back and hold my head like you used
too when the white-coat man would give me these shots. Your touch makes it feel better.
Come back! Come back! Where are you going? You promised you’d never leave me! What’s happening? There’s something wrong, something’s
happening, I feel strange, please, please, please, come back you can’t go