I am so thankful for having such a loving, caring, energetic, crazy dog. Even though you most likely don’t understand what this letter is saying or what I ever say, you are one of my favorite people dogs in the world.
Even though you are a dog, you are my sister and I love you so freaking much. I don’t even know what I would do without you, and I don’t even want to think about it. Ever since that one day, well not just “one day” but my birthday, you have always been the best dog. When we walked into the shelter to choose the best dog, all of the dogs decided it would be a real treat to jump on me and knock me over, that is, every dog but you. Why not? Why didn’t you decide to give me scars and bruises and scratches like everyone else?
Wait— I think I know.
I think it’s because you are the:
Always-Caring-est (if that’s a word)
Every time I come home from school on the bus stop, I see you there, waiting for me, by the door. And every time I open the door, I shout “Coco, my Coco!”, you jump on me (but playfully, not like the other dogs at the shelter), and lick me, and give me kisses ‘till I shove you off because I need to start on my homework.
A few years from now, when I’m an adult, when you are gone, I will still shout “Coco, my Coco!” because now I will always picture you waiting for me by the door. Whenever I’m down, I picture you by the door, wagging your tail impatiently, waiting for me to come home. That always raises my spirits because I think to myself: Well, someone is happy to see me.
Thank you for being the best dog ever, thank you for staying calm when Adam pulls on your tail, thank you for climbing into bed with me every night when I have nightmares, thank you (even though I probably shouldn’t be saying this) for pushing Adam off of my bed when he has nightmares, when he climbs into bed with me, and when he takes away all of the comforters (and I guess for not hurting him when you push him off). Thank you for always coming back home when you run away, thank you for loving eggs so that I can feed it to you from under the table when it gets slightly burnt and no one else seems to notice or care, thank you for running with me and for making me beat my previous time because you are literally Usain Bolt. Thank you.
Your snuggle buddy