“My Buddy is a Dog”
A letter from a smart girl to a smart dog, with Love.
I received this letter today from a sweet and wonderful girl who has obviously fallen in love with my dog. My dog’s name sounds like “Roofy,” so I left the letter as it is, except for my input to correct my name, “Ms. Dogkisses.”
This was a long winter for me and my dogs. I was injured from a bicycle accident and then a serious cut to two fingers. There were many days when I could not walk them too far and some days not at all. My young 4legged companion, “Roofy,” really needed a friend to play with her.
With the dawn of Spring we met our new neighbor.
“Roofy,” runs as fast as she can and the girl holds on, running behind her laughing the entire time. It’s hard not to smile seeing them run like they do. It’s hard to stay down in the dumps in their presence, so I don’t.
“Roofy’s” new buddy is a bright star for us both. One day when I was sad, she had a bowl of jelly beans her dad had dropped off a few minutes earlier. They were amazing jelly beans. One tasted exactly like buttered popcorn.
“I know how to make you laugh,” she said.
“How?” I asked, smiling some, trying not to cry.
“If you eat two different flavors at the same time, it will taste so bad that you will laugh.”
So I tried it. I couldn’t see how this was supposed to make me laugh, but I figured why not and that maybe she knew something about laughter that I don’t. She was certainly right about them tasting bad together. The two I chose tasted like cheap whiskey. I made an ugly face and she smiled. She was waiting on me though before she laughed.
Her anticipation was clearly visible. I had to smile, not from the taste of whiskey, but at the abundance of life in her face.
Joy is easy for her to reach and the hope in her eyes that she could make me laugh was simply beautiful. Several times since we met, I’ve felt the desire to at least allow a door for joy to enter.
I had mentioned in front of our young friend that one day I might move. I wish I hadn’t said it. I was just thinking out loud, but she immediately responded saying she would miss us, well, she specifically said my dog. I immediately regretted having said anything about moving, especially since I’m not planning on it anytime soon.
Children and young people think more about now than yesterday or tomorrow, kind of like dogs. They really do know how to live.
That night she wrote this letter. I read it while she visited me today. She asked me to tell her my three favorite things about the letter.
I was completely moved. I told her I loved the entire letter, which I do. I told her I especially liked the first line, and then how she described her feelings so well. I didn’t know she enjoyed writing.
I didn’t tell her that the last line made me a little sad because one day I might have to move. But again, that is the future and the girl and the dog do not live in the future. I was sorry to have mentioned it. Honestly, if she said her family was moving, I’d be sad too.
Every day I look forward to the school bus now. Every day that I am blessed with a visit with the girl, I feel happy. I wish I’d had more children but I didn’t. I wish I had a daughter and my son had a sister, but we don’t.
Life is amazing isn’t it? With pain, sadness and grief, there are these bright moments that seem like they are no less than drops of heaven sent straight into our laps. I guess that’s why we endure hard times, because we know there will be these precious moments that make us glad to be alive.
All those long winter nights when I cried, and cried some more, and then I silently prayed. I prayed for help in this world — on this physical planet we call earth. My heart had a hole in it so I’m glad it is being filled with joy and the love between a girl and a dog.
I love my dogs. They give so much. They are truly amazing animals so of course I want them to be happy.
They help me more than any medicine doctors have ever had available for depression. They give me a reason to keep going when everything around me is falling down. They love me when I’m sick or in pain. They love me every single day, even on days I’m too sick to walk them.
In my darkest hours they are here for me and they know. They know when I am in the darkness of grief. The lower I fall the closer they move their furry bodies to mine. Sometimes I think I’ll get smothered if I don’t get my butt up and live a little.
It was true. The day the girl didn’t come, “Roofy” watched the window and every time she heard people outside she got excited, until she realized it was not her new friend. She let out a little sigh each time. I could tell she missed her friend that day.
Today they were both happy. They climbed a steep hill together. The girl is a bright star and the dog is a little drop of heaven. They are quite a pair.
This is a picture of my Egyptian princess on a day she is happy with her new friend.
I call her an Egyptian beetle-hound princess because she has natural eyeliner and beauty marks that remind me of Cleopatra. She also hunts and finds insects. In photos, her eyes almost always have the green glow around them. I guess this is “red eye” in a dog’s world.
A couple of days after this happy day the girl, “got on the A-B honor roll for the first time.” She was proud of herself. I wondered if her new friend has helped her as much as she has helped us.