Dear Cinni Mini Mini Cinnamon,

Best dog evaaaaa! You beautiful red bone lab mix, you. You looked like a lab, but were a beautiful ginger like your mom… your human mom that is. It is funny to think that I did not pay you much mind when you were in the side yard of the preschool. You barked at everyone and hid behind the golden retrievers if someone walked up to the gate. I didn’t like you when I first met you. You seemed annoying, but something made me take a second look after Mrs. Amy said Mrs. Cherise was looking to rehome you. Divorce will do the same thing to animals as it does to kids, upsetting a life. I like to think yours was for the good. I desperately wanted a dog now that I owned my own home. You needed a home and I was told you were potty trained. That alone made me rethink liking you. I didn’t think you cared for me at first. The first few days you didn’t have much to do with me. But then, by day four you became my dog. You followed me into whichever room I went into minus the kitchen and dining room. You were a smart girl, whenever I would tell you, “out of my kitchen” you would go and lay right at the threshold only your paws would be in the kitchen. Not the most convenient of places since everyone had to step over or around you. You did not care as long as I was within your sights. 

Bath time always left me with enough fur to coat a small dog. I could brush you every day and still you would shed ten pounds of undercoat. I could never understand how you were not bald after purchasing the Furminator and using it on you everyday for two weeks. In the end I opted to shave you down in the summers so my OCD could keep its sanity and my vacuum might survive two years instead of one. I obviously needed to find a different hobby. Can one really call vacuuming a hobby? I sure did. Oh the fluff and fur that you left managed to creep under every piece of furniture and along every baseboard. You were worth it. 

I miss you all the time. I often wonder why God did not give dogs a longer life span. I would have loved more than eight of your eleven years.  After watching A Dog’s Purpose I found myself wistful that I may meet you again, but I don’t really know what happens with dogs. I pray God has a special place for all you furry creatures, after all you are his creations too. You loved me until the end. That last lick and nudge, they were my last gift from you. You went suddenly and without warning. I thank God it was quick and seemingly without pain. Thanks for being my number one fan, loving me at my best and worst. I strive to be the human you thought I was. I love you “who's the stinky dog”. 

Lovingly,

Rambling Roxy