Dear Ziggy,
I vacuum around you. You refuse to move, laying on the green carpet, the color of Christmas.
I need to shower, and you plop yourself next to the entryway. I step over you and shower with the door open. No one is home. Your mom and dad are at work. This is your house. I am only visiting, so I respect your wishes. We spend few days like this while I visit your mom to attend your parent’s wedding.
A year passes, or is it two? We are meeting in San Diego, near your dad’s brother’s place. As my little sister and I get close to you in the car, you start jumping around. You are so happy to see me. You’re even excited to see my little sister, knowing that she belongs to me. How do you know that? Does she look like me? How can you smell us from inside the car?
Your mom is amazed. You’re anti-social. You only let your family get close to you. You remember me from our special time together. You jump around me, licking my face, happy to see me. You don’t bark at all.
Ziggy, you were a great dog, and your mom loved you very much. Mika was happy to be your sister for the short time she shared with you. Your mom still gets teary with your untimed passing, and I hope you are having a great time in dog heaven plopping and refusing to move!
This love letter goes out to Ziggy Frankenstein, who loved me as much he loved his family. You were such a great dog!
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