Two Best Friends
My best friend was purchased from a family friend.
She had two giant brown eyes, a small pudgy body, with a curly-swirly tail.
It did not take long for us to become acquainted.
We shared meals and shared the same bed.
She used to cozy up on my neck, right before we drifted off into a sweet sleep.
She made my days instantly brighter,
Until, she turned the sky grey.
She often shook, like the earth beneath her was slipping out from her reach.
She foamed at the mouth like an avalanche rushed down her teeth.
One sickness leads to another,
Quicker than I could blink,
Her warm spirit no longer kept me warm while I was asleep
I was alone.
Spring had no longer sprung for me.
The flowers and the sunshine depressed me.
Long months drifted on,
That winter was the coldest I had ever been through,
I felt as if my tears had been frozen onto my face.
I got a call one dark day in December
They said they had found my best friend and wanted to return her to her home.
I told them her home was no longer with me, but it was in the big dog house in the sky.
They said they were confused and had had a furry friend who needed a home
Or she too would be at the big dog house in the sky.
“If her owner claims her within thirty days, you must give her back” she insisted.
I nodded,
Knowing someone else was hurting because their best friend was lost too.
This new friend was never claimed by her owner.
The people who called said I could adopt the friend if I wanted to.
And that is what I did.
To this day, Melanie lives with me.
She is much chunkier than when she first arrived,
But she is also much happier.
We, too, are best friends.
She takes naps with me,
We share dinner meals and share a bed.
My days are bright, once again.
The act of fate has brought me a new best friend.
I may have lost a friend, but I have gained a new one.
What is lost will never be forgotten,
And
What is gained will be a new life to remember.
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