Letters and Diary Fiction posted September 14, 2021

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A brave, lonely, and loving woman writes a letter.

Letter from an Animal Whisperer

by Jeff Watkins

Dear Loren,

The roses you sent me are gorgeous! So many! I counted all 80 of them. How did I get so old so fast? As always, you are thoughtful and loving. Thank you for remembering my birthday, and for your letters. Everything else must wait while I open and read them.

I am feeling so much joy that I must send some your way. This morning Susan came out of her cage for the first time in 12 years. Only for a short while, and she was crouching like she expected to be beaten, but she's sticking her nose out of her cage again while I am writing this letter.

Three days ago Janna, Larry, and Donald, my four year old grandson, flew in from Alaska and stayed two nights before leaving for Los Angeles. I didn't know they were coming until the day before, but I was glad to see them.

I cuddled and played with Donald for hours and hours. I have a picture of him when he was one-year old, but I hardly recognized him. He's so curious and active. I had forgotten what it is like to be around a child that age, and he is marvelous. He is quite a talker. I talked to him, and he talked right back. I caught a lot of it with my i pad, so I could respond. I hope he'll remember me.

At times Janna and Larry tried to carry on a conversation with me, but most of the time they did chores around the place. They cleaned the gutters and stalls, so now I can focus on some other chores that take up so much of my time.

I'm grateful for their help, and they promised to come and visit more often. I asked them to please send pictures of Donald.

The stalls will remain clean for the foreseeable future. Horatio was adopted last week when a couple with two children fell in love with him, and he loved them, too. He's come a long way from trusting no one. The other donkey, Boris, was adopted last July, and Horatio begged to go with him. I spent a lot of time consoling him afterwards.

I must prepare to go swimming in a few minutes, but I have to tell you about Max, a blind and deaf 18 year-old Dachsund. He's a puppy in an old dog's body, always moving and exploring, sometimes running a few wobbly steps before falling over. His tail never stops wagging, and his legs never stop moving even when he can't get his feet under himself and needs help getting up. I would adopt him in a heart beat, but his owner is picking him up on Saturday.

Must go now. Hugs and Kisses, Helen

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