Its me, your favorite fur child, Sophie May. I know, long time know talk, right? Well I know the kind of schedule you keep and, well Lord, I'm a bit lax in my daily prayers. The reason I'm getting in touch with you today is to discuss this lump on my back. I would like to request that you make it go away, please. Not for me, you see, but for my Dear ol' Dad.
You remember my Dear ol' Dad, right doG? After all you were the omni-being that placed him at the pet store at the right time and date so he could take me home... so that was really a silly question, wasn't it?
Well Howly of Howlie's... I'm afraid that if anything happened to me, Dear ol' Dad wouldn't make it long. You see, Lord, I've taken care of him for seven years now. I don't think he's ready to carry on without me. I have loved him when nobody else was there... I have cared for him when he was sick... I have entertained him in times where he was down and lonely. I have been his friend, his companion and his daughter. I can hardly remember a time when we were not together. We are a matched set... so, all knowing doG... as you can imagine, it would be difficult if I was not here.
I know, I know, Lord... at some point we will be separated, we will move on... its the circle of life thing... I get that. But now is not a good time. There are still trails we haven't walked, cities we've not seen, friends I've never met. I've not been on a beach or seen the sun set over the ocean... I've not walked a trail in the Smokey Mountains or ridden in a boat. Dad still hasn't taken me to Gettysburg, and you know what a big history buff I am.
So, if its okay with you... lets just let this lump be an ingrown hair, or a cyst, or a wart or a pimple or something that is just gross enough to cause him to panic and appreciate me a bit more but not enough to cause my demise. Whatta you say, wonderous doG?
Lord, if for some reason this water dish cannot pass by without me drinking from it... I understand... thy will be done. Do me this favor, then... lets make sure I don't suffer for long. I don't want the old man to have to watch that. He's done too much for me over the years to be in agony along with me. I would want for him to kiss me goodbye and then hold me for a minute while I slip away and join you at the bridge. Its better that way, doG.. better for both of us.
I guess I should thank you, Lord. Thank you for bringing Finn into our lives. I know, thats must be weird hearing that from me considering all the times I've asked you to send the Gypsy's to steal him or that his real parents find him here and take him home... but he will be comfort to Dad if and when I go. He's no, Sophie May, doG... but does love Dad in ways that I could never understand. I see love in Finn's eyes that is much different than how I see Dad. I sometimes think that Finn thinks Dad is you, doG. Its understandable... Dad did come from nowhere to bring Finn to this life of salvation. So I can see where he would make that mistake. But Dad isn you, doG. He's a man... no... he's MY man, full of caring and love but also full of human flaws. He's my Dad, as human as he is. Bringing us together was a great thing, doG... remind me to thank you when I see you, which I hope is REALLY A LONG TIME.
I guess I'm just confused, Lord. You've taken so many good canine friends, lately. The land beyond the bridge must be full of good souls. Your lap must be crowded with all of them waiting to be petted by your loving hand. I don't see why you would need me now, doG... but I am not the Arfa and the Woomega, so I can't pretend to understand your plan for us. I only know that I trust in you and your love.
So, Lord, think this over and let me know if you need anything else. You know where to find me, of course. Sorry its been so long since we touched base... I'll try to be more dutiful in the future when it comes to looking you up.
Much Love to you, your humble servant,