I’ve known you since you were two months old. I would never have thought that you’d grow
this that big.
I wasn’t that close to you, not even half as much as Sam and I are. We haven’t slept next to each other, I haven’t hugged you or let you lick my cheek. Well that is, of course, because you’re too huge to be in my bed and I’m too scared to hug you and if I did let you, you could wet my whole face in one licking AND because, above all, you are not my dog.
So why am I writing to you? You can’t read in the first place, and we don’t get together that often. Plus, I will never see you again anyway.
Yes, the reason that I am writing
to for you is because I will never see you again.
This is not to sound like a eulogy because you’re not dead (damn well I know you’re not dead) and I’m not the person to reminisce good times with you. I could’ve been, but well, I’m not.
I remember how envious I was when my cousin bought you. You were not exactly the kind of dog I admire but still, you have the blackest (and not to mention, very shiny) fur I’ve ever seen. You’re like eternal night and if you just close your mouth right there which you do when you laze around, you are just magical. I would’ve wanted a guard dog like you because my spoiled
Pomeranian German Spitz here just can’t be one as he always just sits on the sofa with the fan infront of him, only that you are too food-consuming and that I can not pick up your poop with tissue paper.
The truth is, I feel so bad about what my cousin did to you and I couldn’t get over it, and what makes me feel badder is that it’s something I couldn’t do anything about.
I will miss playing tug with you and how you can just rip off that rug with those strong jaws. I will miss how you wag your tail whenever I call your name with lambing. I will miss how I watch you eat up Sam’s food in two seconds while he takes hours to get it done. I will miss how I tease you to bite me and then change my mind because I’m afraid you’d bite my finger off. I will miss how you jumped on him and how you can just scare anyone when you bark. I will miss you and I will always do, so long as I could not forget what my cousin and his I’m-sorry-to-say-useless wife did.
I hope wherever you are now, you are being treated humanely. And I hope that the proponents of this, this, unforgivable act are happy with what they did, otherwise, I hope they dream of you every single night.