Hello. It’s me, Eddie. You may not remember me but I remember you. It was dusk on a windy August night last summer in an unkempt, run-down Hollywood dog park. My owner, Caroline and I were playing with my magical rope. We call it playing catch. I love when she plays catch with me. She’s a lot busier these days, so anytime I get with her is precious time. I’m sure you understand. All dogs can understand that.
It was just she and I, alone in the dog park that day. There was nobody to disturb us, nobody to distract us, no one to stop us. It was delightful. They say a dog is a woman’s best friend but little do they know a woman is a dog’s best friend. There I was, running swiftly through the dry, dusty air. My legs were moving faster than they’ve ever moved– then you came along. You leaped at me, with your wiry hair and your grey beard and shiny collar. You stopped me dead in my tracks and grabbed my rope. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to let you take my treasured toy and interrupt my special time with Caroline? No! I snapped and I chomped and I bared my sharp teeth. I had never felt such rage. I felt alive! I felt like my wolf ancestors! I was a dog protecting its prize.
After my anger subsided I found you alone on the grass. Your owner was on her phone ignoring you and I wanted to apologize. Your whole body was shaking and you looked upset. I felt terrible. You looked in my eyes for less than a moment then ran far away and I never got to say–I’m sorry. I caught your name on your dog tag. It said Lily. This is for you Lily:
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I’m sorry I nipped at you. I realize now it was just a stupid toy…not even a toy…a rope. I ended up chewing it to pieces that night anyway–I think it was the stress. This letter may never find you but I hope someday it does. In all my dog years I’ve finally learned to just let things go. Let the dog take your rope, let the owner pet the dogs, just relax and enjoy the few years we have on this earth. I hope we can meet again and become friends to the very end. Who knows? Maybe in my next life I’ll come back as a cat. Then I can just lounge inside all day away from anger and danger and other dogs…other wolves like me.
Eddie the golden doodle