A Special Kind of Love

Her name is Sarah and I love her. Who wouldn't? She's so petite and cute, even with that frizzy hair style that she clings to. Wrinkles appear on the corners of her eyes when she smiles but her smile is infectuous and makes me happy.

I fell in love with her the first time we met. She tells me often how much she loves me and even though we are just friends, I think we will always be there for each other.

She has the most gentle touch. Sometimes when she is talking, her voice rises and she gets excited and she might lay a hand on my shoulder to be sure I understand. I could happily listen to her talking for hours.

I thought we had an exclusive friendship until HE came into our lives. He was big and muscular and talked fast. When Sarah introduced us and he wanted to shake, I didn't want to but when I complied, his firm grip told me that he was a bully.

I accidentally saw them together when they didn't know I was nearby. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him and sometimes he held her by the waist and lifted her up and she would giggle.

I decided to leave them alone. I care too much for her to influence her happiness. For days I stayed by myself, just walking around my neighborhood, wondering if he was treating her okay.

Then this morning I found her sitting on her front porch, her face in her hands, her hands on her knees. She was crying sotly. Unsure of how to approach her, I just went over and sat quietly by her side. She felt me there and smiled at me, tears still on her cheeks. She said things that warmed my heart.

"Oh, you came BACK!" she said, putting an arm around me. 

"I may have lost my knight in shining armour," she said, "but my Prince has always been there for me."

She took my face in her hands and kissed me on the tip of my nose. I wagged my tail with joy.