Running Water

Two years ago I eagerly drove up to that Petsmart. Or down as it were. Approximately 1 hour from my warm Valley Village apartment. Could hardly wait to see him. Meet him. My destiny. My knight in shining armor.

Two years ago, I felt a loneliness that was so thick around me, it constantly started in my throat, welling up and flooding through me. It practically strangled me for breath on that New Years only two weeks prior. I had to do something. Go out and find something. I needed him, truly.

I drove and drove, making sure I was early for the new boy I was to meet. Although I was early, he was late. Clearly he had no idea that someone was waiting for him. To love him. To cuddle him. To wipe his tears. To shield him from the rain. To bundle him when it was too cold.

They opened the back of the van. Dogs barking, and crying. They began to unload cages and stack them 6 feet high so that people could look inside, and he, my boy, look out. With tears in his eyes, he shook and shook. Laying on his bed with a pink collar that couldn't possibly be his. Not knowing what would happen next...that I would step in and happen next.

I moved closer to the cage and said, "i would like to meet Speed Racer please..."

And so, our story began. As ran to the bank down the street, I was almost scared he wouldn't be there when I got back. How could someone else not try to scoop him up. 

Moments later, I returned back, donated my money and walked inside the Petsmart with a new bundle of joy in my arms. He wiggled, but I held my own, making my way through the store grabbing a collar, leash, food, new toy.

Back in my car, he sat in that seat next to me, terrified of where he was being taken.  I told him not to worry, he was going home.

Just a girl, remembering with fondness and warmth, the day she met her beloved dog, and best friend. Her Banksy. Who knew a dog could mean so much, while being just so little. My heart.