I wrote this 12 years ago… Seems like a perfect time to re-post
it… If you don’t cry you might be a terrorist…
Having
just completed two weeks of evening and midnight shifts, I ventured out this
morning headed to the country garden store. A time to reacquaint with myself as
I loaded up on cat food, dog food and rawhide bones. I must have taped a sign on
my back as I entered the store… "Bad A$$, but Soft Heart". Hmm.....
As
I checked out what should appear? But a
miniature Jack, so young and so pure.
We're
looking for a home for this guy, said the
checkout girl. As I stopped to say hi
and ogle the puppy.
How
old is he?
Six
weeks, we call him JJ.
Of
course he was cute, most puppies are. But a puppy was NOT on my shopping list
this morning, so I proceeded to the door. Almost out to the safety of the
truck, the big invisible hand held up a stop sign. Turning me around it drew
the words right out of me.
How
much is he? Expecting
to hear a figure high enough in the hundreds to justify NOT getting him.
Free,
to a good home!
Put
the dog food in the truck... I'll go buy some puppy chow.
So now Riley had a brother, JJ (for Jack Junior?) was here. Doolittle
that is, so he was talking soon enough...
And talk he did for 12 straight years… Goodbye JJ… You were the
best ever…I’ll be forever grateful to that big invisible hand that knew I
needed you much more than you needed me… I will always love you…
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