If Dogs Could Talk...

I love my dog, Pal.

She is my heart and soul, and I will knowingly never have another dog as good as she has been to me in the past 10 years. I may live another 50 years, and I know that I will never have a dog I will love as much as this girl of mine.

Sometimes, I would be lying on my couch after having a few drinks, and Pal would be lying on my chest with her nose under my chin and pressed against my neck. I would look at her in the eyes and wonder what she would say if she could talk...

"It's ok, girl. You can talk to me. I know you want to... I won't tell anyone" I would say. She would turn her head sideways back at me knowing what I was saying to her, but unable to answer in a way that I wanted her to.

So then, I give her a voice that I can only hear in my head, and I hear her say to me, "Boy, thank you for loving me the way you have all these years. We've had a really good run together me, and you. Thank you for rescuing me from the shelter, and giving me not only a house to live in, but a place we can call home together. In the short time we have left together, these moments of simply lying on you mean the world to me..."

And I look back at her with tears in my eyes, and kiss her snout. I could reply back, but she sees my reply in our exchanging eyes. A bond between a boy and his dog...

Man, I love this dog...