Dear Peepstress and Dad Peep,
I read your letter. Actually, I was with you when you wrote it. Why do you keep forgetting that I’m with you always? You human do some strange things, but this one, I’ll never understand.
See, this is how it works (and I’ve told you this before…but here we go again):
Animals are different. We don’t carry the baggage around that you people do. Well, some of us don’t and some of us do, but it’s really not the same.
We are love. That’s what we’re made of. It’s really that simple.
See, I loved you two when I met you. And I knew you’d be a good place for me to spend my life. You’re such suckers! (Sorry, that was ugly.) Oh me…boy, did I wrap you guys around my frog-dog toes! Tee Hee…here I go, making myself laugh at the memories….anyroo, this is how it happens:
1.) We love, 2.) we choose, 3.) then you love, 4.) then it’s time for us to go.
Stop thinking of it as a sad thing because, really, when you do that, you’re dishonoring the gift that I gave you. And that’s not good.
No one ever said we animals would outlive you. Now wouldn’t that be a pretty picture? Sure, sometimes that happens, but generally, it doesn’t.
OK, so, it’s been a year since I left (and, by the way, if I hadn’t left when I did, things would have been much worse – my health would have deteriorated even more and we may not have been together, just the three of us, when I had to leave. Chew on that for a while Peepstress. Actually, GNAW on that and maybe you’ll understand).
Animals exist to provide you peeps with unconditional, perpetual love. To make your life better. See? Get it? CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW????
It’s been a year and I’ve been very patient with you two. More than I’m able to continue because you KNOW I’m not a patient pooch.
So, just pull yourselves up by your bootstraps (whatever that means), snap out of it and concentrate on the happy memories of my gift to you.
Don’t dishonor me anymore.
Because that’s just the way it works. Get. It. Through. Your. Heads. Do. Not. Dishonor. Me.
You Know I Love You Always, ARRROOOooooooOOOOO ROOOOO,
Stuart (aka Stumeister, Studebaker, Little Man, Poobear, Lovebug)
PeeS: BoBo says “hello”. He’s with you, too. Always. He just scratches his head when we talk about you guys around the water cooler. We do that a lot. We talk about lots of things.
We ask each other what we’d eat – if we needed to do that, since we don’t eat here because we don’t have to – and he says, “pizza and chicken wings” and I say, “green beans and salmon”, then Kyla will drop by and interject – she does that a lot – “I’d eat anything” and Jazzi says, “tacos by the dozen please” and it just goes on and on like that. Toby says, “who cares about eating, pass me the bubble wrap”, Easy chooses shoes to eat and Sammie just howls. You should see us. It’s a hoot. Maggie always chooses ice cream, Daisy says, “leftovers”…. Oh me. The tales I could tell from over the Rainbow Bridge.
One more thing…I asked the orthopedic guy to let you out of your ankle boot, Peepstress, because I can’t imagine your having another
sucky, crappy, bad enough holiday without moi, so you may as well be on two legs.
See? I’m looking after you. Because that’s my job. No matter where I am.