This is such a well-put-together short story of growing up.
I Love You, Dog
The boy was born on a Wednesday, the same day his father picked up a puppy from the shelter. Though the world was a scary place at first and thoughts were only emotions and feelings, the boy sensed the puppy. The puppy sensed the boy, as well.
It wasn’t long before the puppy was sleeping on the floor in the baby room. Not long after that, the puppy and the boy connected in thought if not in words.
“Hi, I’m Boy.”
“Hi, I’m Dog.”
And so the bond was made.
What the parents would hear is a baby’s coo or gibberish, and what they would see is the puppy’s floppy ears perk up and its tail wag from side to side. What really happened were exchanges of joy.
“I love you, Dog.”
“I love you, Boy.”
As they grew, the puppy stayed with the boy and…
View original post 523 more words
incredibly beautiful story, and yes, I cried –
I’m not saying. 🙂
Yes.
Understandable.