You may not remember me but I’m Jake; the husky that lost his best friend Furball sometime ago. Even now I miss her but after Polly grew up and graduated from college then she found her own place and I got to go. There was no excuse for me not to
Polly worked long hours leaving me alone most of the time. She rarely had a date or went out alone. It was work and home for about a year. I had a young boy, Cliff, came daily to take me out to the park where we played and I got to meet others. Well, I have to say I met a nice collie named Brook. She was about the same age as I and came from Canada. Now I know you humans out there can’t talk our talk but we understand yours, most of the time.
As the days past I looked forward to seeing Brook until the day Polly was rushed to the hospital. For about a week I was taken on a short walk around the block and back home where I stayed until someone came to feed me in the evening. I admit. I was getting lonesome and worried about Polly. My panic mode was rising with the fear that she wasn’t coming back. until finally I refused to eat or drink.
I laid around the apartment refusing to leave because I didn’t have to go since I wasn’t eating or drinking. One evening, it was ater dark and I was barely able to hold my head up when the door opened and Polly’’s mother wheeled her in, in a wheelchair. I could only whine with happiness. She rushed over to me rubbing my head and neck saying it was going to be okay. So what if I have four legs and a tail, I can still feel love and joy. We morn the loss of those we love like humans do. They say our nature refuses to let us go hungry but that’s just what humans think. They don’t know everything.
When the month past and Polly healed I was there by her side when she took me for that stroll in the park where I once met Brook and her owner, a young man named Joshua. I saw the spark in both their eyes when they met. After a year Polly finally said, ‘Yes’ to his question.