Tuesday, December 22, 2015


Hello Travis,

I’m nervous – or maybe excited. I’ve been waiting three long years to be able to bring a dog home. A part of me never thought a sheltie would enter my life again – but life is funny that way sometimes.

When I saw your picture on the website, I knew you were mine. It was ridiculous to say or think otherwise.


We sat on the concrete floor of the kennel and held our breath while you were released. Your body wiggled and jumped with joy – you danced in front of us. When you finally stood still, I was overwhelmed by your awesomeness. You were young, but your eyes were old and wise.

There was another there for us to see, but he was not you. You stood still just for a moment; being sure to let us see you - being sure to leave your mark.

We left that night without you; we were asked to be sure, and to “sleep on it”. You had been through two homes already – through no fault of your own.

I went to sleep that night not questioning, but knowing. You were mine.


A few weeks later, you came home with us. A previously planned trip kept you from coming sooner. We drove to Vegas and back, all the while visiting some of the most breath taking sites in the US.
Every day, every moment I thought of you. Here I was on this epic, once in a life time trip, and all I could think of was getting home to you.

I remember one day early in the trip, I damaged my engagement ring while setting up our camp site. I cried, because, well, road trips are exhausting and my ring was broken. In that moment I though of you. I have no idea why, but I did.

I promise, that everyday I will care for you, love you, and be with you. Where I go, you will go.

I will be yours as much as you will be mine.





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