I remember our first walk, the feel of your harness in my hand, the pull, the freedom. All of it was so exhilerating! And the day you protected me from a moving car for the first time, I don't think I'll ever be able to think of that without a lump in my throat.
You've been there through so much. First high school, an environment many people said I shouldn't take a Guide Dog into. You guided me through those hallways like it was what you were born to do. Maybe it is. You eased me through that year, sleeping in class, snuggling close to me when I'd had enough of being teased, making me laugh and bringing joy to an entire school.
Then I got hurt again. It wasn't what you signed up for. No one signs up for RSD. In a way, it's how any relationship would be affected, but for us, there were so many nuances. Your life changed a lot. The pain kept getting worse and you had to adjust to a limping girl, a cane, and then a walker. You still loved me, I'll never forget that.
Now we're working together well again with the use of the forearm crutch. I can't tell you how much joy you bring me every day. Thank you for being you!
With all my love,