A lot has happened in one week. Something awful caused you to take me to the emergency hospital last Tuesday night.
But you must realize that I’m not really sure what “awful” means. All I know is that you love me and I love you and the world keeps spinning.
I survived not being able to breathe very well last Tuesday. But my tail was wagging whenever I saw you.
I survived Dr. Elliott’s people shoving a catheter in my ankle so I could fight off the dehydration and get warm again. Because I knew I was in a safe place.
I survived my other three ankles being poked with needles hour after hour. I survived being alone in a strange place overnight and all the next day. All because I knew something had happened – I didn’t know what and I don’t want or need to know what. But I needed to be there.
I know more things than you think I do. And I know you’re sad, but I don’t comprehend it all.
Because I’m not concerned with the same things you’re concerned with. If you want to know the truth, all I care about is being with you. We’re connected. Because that’s the way it should be. We’ll always be connected. Always. No matter what.
Remember this – it’s the most important – “dog” is “God” spelled backwards. Think about that for a nice, long minute.
Then get me some salmon and green beans, please. It’s time for me to eat. And you know nothing comes between me and my food.