I loved her the moment I took her in my arms. She was too small, too little to understand what was happening. I covered her with a soft cardigan and gently placed her on my thigh while I made the long drive home. She slept quietly, never stirring.
She was pensive for the first couple of days, shying away, preferring to just observe me from a distance. But that didn't last, she was soon climbing all over, exploring her new surroundings. Running, jumping, playing, ...then loving. She might not have a voice but you'd be surprised at her elegance and eloquence. The connection was palpable, one look, one stare, was sufficient, a visceral understanding, between man and friend, not beast.
We may never meet again but I shall never forget you. You too, are one of the very few things in my life, that was right, and undoubtedly good. I shall always miss you.
I love you, Peanut.
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