We met you even before we moved into our new home. Wanting to show us that our new neighborhood was a friendly one, your short little legs carried your tiny body through the strip of woods that separates our houses. We watched you come across the meadow, making your way through the tall weeds. We could barely see the top of your blond head as you scampered our way. You were adorable as only the young can be.
Once we moved in you visited with us almost every day. Every time we saw your happy countenance we smiled and felt at home.
You are 4 years older now. You've been through a lot. I'll never forget the day that the mayor of our tiny town came to our door and said that you had been hit by a car right in front of our house. I raced down to the edge of the road, and there you were sitting there obviously in pain, but still with that smile on your face. When they put you in the car to go to the doctor, you seemed so hurt that I was pretty sure I wasn't going to see you on this side of heaven again.
Fortunately, I was wrong. the doctor took really good care of you and you are back to your old routine of visiting us through that same meadow. You waddle now instead of scamper, and you've gained a bit of weight. and I must say it's a little comical to see a lab without a tail (the results of the car accident) but you manage to show your pleasure at seeing us by wagging your entire body.
My favorite thing about you is that you show up at every event that we have at our house, especially the bonfires. (Our friends think you belong to us!) You love hanging out with all of our friends and you especially love eating all of the burnt hotdogs and sneaking' the chips off of unsuspecting teenagers' plates !
Your owners will be moving in the next few months and we will miss you. I just wanted to say thank you for being on the welcoming committee and making us feel like a special part of the community.
Live long and prosper, Remmy. And watch out for those cars.