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Dear Matthew,
This letter is hard for me to write, since my paw doesn't hit the keys very well. I thought I'd write this to let you know how I've been feeling since you invaded my space on January 21, 2001. Before you were born, and after I became a member of the family, Mommy and Daddy told me that you were on the way. I thought you were a new toy for me to play with, so I thought I'd keep Mommy's tummy warm until you arrived. Mommy thought I was "hatching" an egg. This was a private joke between them for many months. When Mommy was getting closer to your birthdate, her doctor told her to inform me that I couldn't "hatch" you anymore. I used to lay across Mommy's stomach to protect you. I couldn't do that anymore. Why? I wasn't going to hurt you. You even kicked me quite hard, I might add. I wasn't too pleased about that and growled at you. What kind of a toy kicks me? Do I want this toy? I wasn't sure. Mommy was going to her appointments regularly, and making sure that you were ok. I knew something was going on from the minute Daddy started bringing in all that "stuff" when they went out of town before Christmas. We all made a rule in this household: Anything that came in new had to be inspected by ME!. I sure was busy that night. There were big boxes, little boxes, envelopes, and bags. Nothing was going to get past me without my approval. I found out earlier in the year that your due date was going to be January 24, but Mommy needed what was is called a C-Section. I still don't know what that is. Because of this, Mommy would have to go into the hospital earlier than planned. She looked quite concerned, so I felt it was my duty to comfort her and snuggle with her. That is what I did. The day came when Mommy was going to leave to go to the hospital. She told me she'd see me in a few days. I didn't want her to leave. I cried and cried, and couldn't help feeling like she was never coming back. To make matters worse, two new people, your grandparents came in hours later. All these changes were very confusing to me. I was only eight months old when these things were going on. I was VERY FRIGHTENED. Grandma and Grandpa took care of me and made sure I wasn't lonely. I really missed Mommy and Daddy and wanted them to come home. You were born on Thursday and Grandma and Grandpa went to see you. Again, I was left alone. Mommy wasn't coming back. What did I do wrong? Finally, Daddy came home Saturday so that he could move the rest of our belongings into this new apartment. He spent time with me and told me all about you. I really wanted to meet you, and get Mommy out of that place. The day finally came. A day I hoped and prayed for all weekend. Mommy was coming home, and bringing you with her. Grandma and Grandpa spent an extra night with me. They left early in the morning. Before they left, they told me that Daddy would be home soon with my surprise. I could hardly wait. Finally, I heard the car horn and knew it was Daddy. I went upstairs and stayed on the landing so that I could see better. There weren't any gates up yet, so I had total run of the house. Daddy came in with you in the carrier. There was a blue blanket over you, so I couldn't see you. Mommy came in. I jumped all over her, happy to see her. She looked very tired. She greeted me and was very happy to see me. Daddy put the carrier on the stairs, took the blanket off, and there you were. You were sleeping. I didn't know what to think. I tentatively went up a step and sniffed you. Mommy told me to be gentle. My nose touched your cheek and startled you. You awoke and started crying. More confusion. My toy makes noise. Oh joy! Where's the "OFF" switch? As the days and weeks wore on, I, like Mommy and Daddy, wasn't getting any sleep. You were crying continuously. If you were my toy, I wanted Mommy to take you back. I'll write you another letter to let you know how I felt about our first year together. Your Loyal Friend, Shadow
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