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A bit over six months ago, our pupper passed away. We had fifteen wonderful years with him, and I still miss him daily.

A few weeks later, the card came. A donation had been made on his behalf to the Humane Society. I cried.

Then I saw your name written on the card and my heart… My heart did something far too complicated to put into words.

I know you did it for him, and for my whole family. I know that. But I do sometimes wonder if you maybe did it a little bit extra for me?

One way or the other, that was the only card we received from Human Society. You were the only one who had the thought to do that.

Sometimes I think about that. I guess it's just an encapsulation of the qualities I admire most in you. Your thoughtfulness, your kindness.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: being the target of your love must be absolutely incredible. You lift everyone in your life, even those of us on the sidelines, to incredible heights.

I know it's senseless to hope that maybe somehow, someday I'll be more than on the sidelines. But I can't let go the notion. And I can't let go of the hope that maybe, somehow, if given the chance I could make you feel just as loved… Heck, even as loved as I feel, over here on the periphery. Because you deserve to feel loved, you deserve to feel all of the love.

So, thank you again for making that donation. I told you it meant a lot to us. And it did. It meant a lot to me. More than I could possibly ever express in words. So, from me: Thank you. Thank you, you sweet, kind woman you. It means everything to me.