An open letter in the form of a poem to two dogs who can’t read
Hot breath tells me you’re lying next to me
When I wake up and it’s cold and dark
Gentle snores comfort me
When thoughts of the world keep me awake
No greater joy than you, Linus, throwing your black head back
And bouncing away over the grass, still looking at me,
“Look Megan, look at my happiness now.”
No greater pride, Frieda, than you catching popcorn every time,
Chasing squirrels, and being all independent in public
But defining love in private as you slide up for a snuggle.
I love telling everyone who comments on your beauty
And softness and prettiness and kindness
How we found you at the SPCA and saved you, you being rescues.
But I always know it was you who did the saving