cola, i can’t believe it has been a year since you have been mine. from the first time i strolled past your little pen and saw your tiny body languishing atop the little raised bed, i was taken. we walked around looking at other dogs but there was a tugging in my heart, and before i knew it, a casual visit to the animal shelter to just ‘look’ turned into: me sitting at a desk, intiating the adoption process. i slipped past the gate, and knelt down to your level and you jumped on my knee, the first sign of animation. i took you out to a fenced area to see if you wanted to play, but you just pooped. i wanted to hold you, but you wanted to romp. we didn’t bond in that moment, but i loved your little face. i took home a piece of paper that said ‘pick me up after 5pm 4/2!’, and drove straight to petsmart and spent $100 on things, for you. my dog. the next evening, i drove excitedly back to the shelter. i paid $70 in cash, they handed over a folder of papers. a volunteer emerged with you in her arms, groggy and out of it from having your little balls removed. in the car you just sat, rather despondently, while i cooed at you. once we got home, you became alive. it’s like you knew this was going to be your home. we put on a kinks record, like kismet, and we all roared when ray davies sang, ‘c-o-l-a, cola’. you!
i don’t believe in fate or things happening for a reason, so cola, you are the best accident that ever happened to me.