Hey Mom, yours truly, Butters here. Sunbathed today, went to K9 Kebabs for ‘Master’s Brunch’. Had some fun at Canine Couture, Spa for Paws, and overcame fears (of vacuums!) at Pawsitively Purrfect. Evening was for games at Shih Tzu Stadium, plus some feline banter with pals. Hope you’re doing well, eagerly waiting for our reunion, tail wags and all! 🐶 -Butters

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Today was a morning of grand resurrection, the sun brushing artist’s rays across the quiet town of Spencerville. Now don’t let its serenity fool you, Spencerville isn’t your everyday town. It serves as a divine asylum, a heaven to our darling pets who passed away, their new or should I say, eternal residence.

Your pal Buddy was early to rise, basking exuberantly in the warm radiance that flooded the streets. Yes, our Buddy, the brown and white beacon of love and dignity who used to fill our lives with joy back in what we called the ‘before times’. I watched him from Fawn Cream Maltese Meadow, enjoying his daily dose of sunbathing under the joyous cerulean sky. There was such a simplicity to it, yet a profound depth, the way Buddy soaked himself in sunlight, reflecting calm over his English Bulldog features.

As we headed towards the K9 Kebabs for breakfast — his curiosity led him, nose first — I reflected upon how things were amiss. Food was a shared joy. When I indulged in my scrambled eggs, there he was waiting for his share, those adorable eyes, a sight one could never resist.

Shaking myself out of the memory, I observed Buddy ordering the “Master’s Brunch,” an innovative mix of human-like delicacies for our animal companions. Bone served with a side of dreams for Buddy, and it did bring that glorious wide Bulldog grin on his face.

His day was spangled with activities. Outfits from Canine Couture Clothing, pampering at Spa for Paws, visiting Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store to run his eyes over their latest bone collection. Youthful as ever, he recoiled at the sight of “Clean-Vac Pet”, a litter pickup vacuum. The poor machinery, never stood a chance against Buddy’s stubborn enforcement of ‘maintaining distance’ policy.

Evening meant reclining in Shih Tzu Stadium, witnessing a match while indulging in Fetch-N-Bites delicacies. He loved the backdrop, the bustling energy, it was our equivalent of ‘Movie Night Fridays’. The Friday night dog park was his favorite night of all. Nostalgia, that powerful being, would rear its head looking at his seat empty next to me.

By the time the moon hung high in the sky, he liked to pay a visit to his buddies, Henry, Squirt, and Star. The feline trio was a family he cherished deeply, especially Squirt and Star. The social buccaneer he was, Buddy enjoyed their company just like the ‘Being with Me’ times, reminiscing about car rides, the great outdoors and dreamt about the day when we’ll be together again.

Buddy, steadfastly, believed in the union of souls. He knew I’d join him one day when I would brush off the mortal coil. Until then, he would wait for me, his belief burning bright in his heart, like an eternal flame, beneath the star-mantled Spencerville’s sky.

The End.