Hello, Guess who’s here?
It’s that pet. Your pet. Your favorite pet, from past or present, come to inquire of thee where thy heart lies. Does it lie in the doubtful place, that wonders if I do exist? Does it think I am but a toy, who am here with no history or future? Do you believe in a heaven that will never admit me? Do you think that the dust you return to is not mine? Do you believe that you are reborn, but not I?
But I have a mind! I look at you! I see you coming toward me when you feed me, and know it that you do love me. Do you not think I am like you? I bite you and you yell at me, you are angry, but have you ever gotten angry at a cabinet shelf that way?
You have. That cabinet shelf fell, and you yelled, “Goddamn cheap shelf! You piece of shit!”
But I was angry at that shelf too! And I was angry at you!
Angry for being angry at a nothing the same way you are angry with me sometimes. You made me nothing like a cabinet shelf!
Don’t get me wrong. I would have said the same thing if I could speak. What I’m trying to say is that I love you and that’s because I think you are going places.
I love you.
Sincerely,
That Pet
