I miss my dog so bad. She’s not dead, just states away. My dad took her with him when he moved across the country. Late 2021 she got smashed in a hit and run, full body paralyzed. My mom would take her on walks around the neighborhood visiting friends in this red wagon until she healed. The thing that really saved her was water therapy. My dad held her by the handle on her life jacket while she flailed in a big bucket of water in the basement. Made her so strong! Three out of four legs started working again. Really that’s all you need.
If you are not my dog Addie this next part is not for you:
Adelaide if you can hear me run home to me. I’m sick of hearing my roommate’s cat’s tongue suction to his asshole. You can bring your purple dinosaur squeaky toy. I know you miss the snow. Mom still hasn’t washed the spot on the window where you would press your nose up against the glass waiting for us to come home. Now I’m fogging up the glass waiting for you. I’m watching the horizon, Addie. Please :(
