I wish you were human as me or a specially trained puppy to read letter like this. I wish I had the power to transform you to read, too. But, it is what it is; we know we loved each other. That is all that matters. I like you when you wagged your tail and come running towards me and giving those kisses. What can I say, you being you : )
So, our bond started this way.
I don’t know if you could remember this. I was dog sitting you- Maverick: you were little and cute puppy with white fur, happy and stubborn at times. Your mom placed you in my care for a week. She was on vacation. (Your mom will tell you where she has been or you were aware if she told you) lol
The first fewer days went well. You’ve been nice and good. We watched YouTube videos together and part of your body was on my lap and rest was on the sofa. And I remembered you gave me a guilty look because you fart. But I smiled and said, you good and patted you. The hikes and walks we did been so far so good, though at times you didn’t pay attention even if I called you three times. And it’s hilarious you responded to me at your accord. That’s okay..
Wednesday, July 26 is the date to remember. A day you had accident. A day you shocked me. A day your mom hasn’t the enjoyed the vacation to its fullness. A day you were in danger of losing your breathe. You’ve been good the early hours of that day. I mowed the lawn and you watched. It’s about noon I crated you and I went off to Belpre. It was at Belpre that I felt something strange troubling me. And I could sense. I told my friends, I must leave. It’s something of that spirit or nature that I feel automatically when things that are concerning me are in danger. So, there you were, wet and shocked and bleeding, in accident, in the crate, at the basement. Your white fur was hardly recognized, it was cloudy, milky and dark. I kneeled down and laid my hand on you. It’s been so cold-your body and I thought you were gone to the vast unknown. I placed my hand carefully on your chest and thanked goodness, your heart was beating and I called you by named and I got choked. I cried. Then I called your mom on phone, but I wasn’t able to talk, my throat was cloaked. Your mom was so shocked and was crying on the other end.
I gave you water and you drank. It was miracle in itself. I prayed in my heart without spoken words out of my mouth. Eventually, Hannah talked to Andrea, and there she came for our rescue. We drove off and rushed you to the vet hospital. Your time at the vet, our visits to the hospital and the rest is history. (Maverick, ask Andrea for her portion of the story).
It is through this accident I felt so connected in deeper sense to you and how much you were meant to me. My perspectives on animals changed that day. You changed my life to love animals. And I love you, Maverick. I know you love me too. Nothing can separate this bond between us. I made you a picture book with notes, but I’m in a situation that I can’t afford to print it out now. Eventually, I will.
I wrestle to be positive in any situation because I have learned that life is too short to be anything. And I truly do believe that everything happens for a reason. So, whether you are crated in, or being outside or going for walk, enjoy them. Be a good boy and do nice to your mama.