Dear my obnoxious but adorable beagle,
I’ll never forget when we adopted you on that cold March afternoon. We drove what felt like hours away to a nice little shelter in hopes of getting puppies. You probably don’t want to hear this but you were certainly not what we were looking for. However, when they brought you into the room, the sneezing fit and wagging tail drew us in. You already stole my heart.
When we first got you, I swore you didn’t like me (and sorry to say, I sometimes think that). You would just sit around, sleeping on the couch… you wouldn’t even go up the stairs because you were that much of a dork. I remember having to carry you up and down the stairs just so you could sleep in my room. Ironically, you never sleep in my room now.
You became my best friend over the summer. It was the summer before I started high school and I got to be home with you everyday. You had this thing, that you’re still guilty of doing, where when it is just me home you follow me. Everywhere. From the basement to the kitchen — you trail behind and it warms my heart every time. My favorite thing about that summer was taking you to the park and watching all the little kids get excited about a dog being there, just as I had when we first adopted you.
One of the best things you ever did for me when the morning of my very first day of high school. All of the alarms we all set never went off. So what did you do? Bugged us until we woke up, just in time for me to catch the bus and actually go to school. It was coolest and funniest thing ever since I think you just wanted to go out and did not really realize what you did for us. Still, I like to think you were just watching out for us. You continued this trend throughout my high school career. If I had a day off, you didn’t care. You did your best to make sure I was up for school even though it was very unnecessary.
As I sit in my college dorm, not being able to see you everyday, I miss little things like that. I miss an obnoxious beagle coming in at 7 AM and jumping in my bed but missing just a little bit because you can’t operate your back legs properly. I miss when I open a bag of chips, theres no clicking of your nails on the hard floor to signal you’re watching my every move and would gladly accept a chip. I miss getting to pet you and watching you paw at me because I stopped rubbing your belly.
I can’t wait until I come home for the summer so I can give you all the love and belly rubs you absolutely deserve.
I know you can’t ready any of this but that doesn’t mean I can’t tell you how lost I’d be without you and thank you for all the comfort and silliness you provide.
Sincerely, your fed up but loving owner