I think of you often. When I fell in love with your puppy, the shelter told me you'd had to surrender her for personal reasons, either financial or health problems. I often wonder if you're ok and if things are better now. I wonder if you miss your puppy or regret your decision. I know that you loved her. That was obvious from the amount of training she'd had. It was clear you'd spent a lot of time working with her and nobody can spend even a tiny amount of time with her without falling in love with her.
I hadn't gone to the shelter to get her, but as soon as I saw her, I switched my application to her. It was love at first sight.
I've often wished I could ask you if she's always loved cats or always been scared of nature.
I've wished I could ask you where her original name came from. (It's now her middle name and gets used when she's her cutest, naughtiest puppy self.)
I've wished I could tell you how much she loves agility.
And scent work.
And barn hunt. (She keeps my calendar full.)
I've often wished I could tell you that she's happy and so very loved--by me and her dog sister and cat brother.
I've wished that I could tell you that she gave me a reason to smile when I was worried the world was falling apart.
Two years ago, I went to the shelter to add to my little family and I came home with your puppy. She's changed my world for the better and I'm so very thankful that you made the difficult decision that let her become a part of my life.