Hey, I’m just one dog.
It’s all I can be. It’s all I can do.
That needs to be enough because it’s all I have.
I don’t waste any time thinking about what I’m not.
How about you?
-Chuy
I’m wagging you my telepathic
Dog voice, my dog voice, my dog voice.
I’m giving you my Yoda Face
My Yoda Face, my Yoda Face.
Standing in the Snack Place
The Snack Place, the Snack Place.
You’re not looking.
I stop wagging…
…
…
You looked!
I’m sending you my dog voice,
Dog voice, dog voice.
Giving you my Yoda face,
Yoda face, Yoda face,
Standing in the Snack Place
The Snack Place, the Snack Place,
And I am wagging.
-Chuy
Thoughts and words come easily now.
Things we did not want to think, nor me to say.
It is this most gracious and wonderous gift you have bestowed upon me:
To have valued our time as precious.
Love always,
Paz
It’s like Jack Nicholson said to Helen Hunt in As Good As It Gets.
“You make me want to be a better person.”
I can never thank you enough, dear friend.
Paz
The finest gift I ever received
Did not come from a store.
It wasn’t a thing I’d “always wanted”.
Or replacement for that which I’d had before.
It came to me without wrappings.
No boxes or bags, no ribbon or bow.
Where something never existed before,
It started small and continued to grow.
Given without ceremony or occasion,
No holiday or celebration of birth.
No commencement or wedding.
No brand names to declare its worth.
It was not given lightly.
No gag gift or last-minute buy.
Nor was it sized precisely to fit,
In fact it is as big as the sky.
The giver is now departed,
Though his gift remains intact.
It perseveres from beyond the grave.
One must not overlook this fact.
It enriches my life daily,
Even to this day.
Though given many years ago,
It never fades away.
It was your gift of love and kinship,
Stretched across so many years,
From the truest friend I will ever know,
Whose loyal spirit now dries my tears.
Remember these Tiger Lilies,
This thick underbrush,
This hazy morning.
This Pinnacle Day.
-Chuy