This letter is about the vacation you took a couple of weeks ago, and how you entrusted me with the care of Smokey, Oreo, and Jennifer. I just wanted to write and thank you. As you know, I’m an old man. I don’t come outside much these days—these joints don’t work like they used to. And two years ago, my father was diagnosed with stage four colon cancer.
After he passed, I was left alone in this house. I never married, and I don’t have children. Honestly, I sometimes felt like I could go to sleep one day and never wake up, and no one would notice. My days were filled with silence and a constant question: What have I even done for this world?
Then I met Smokey, Oreo, and Jennifer. Your pets are absolutely adorable—funny, full of energy, and just the right amount of mischievous (don’t worry, they didn’t cause too much trouble!). They gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time: purpose. I started getting up early again.
I even began going on walks with them—something I hadn’t done in years. And every time I felt a moment of sadness creep in, one of them would bark or nuzzle my leg, and I’d laugh.