Today’s letter to Weston at Army basic training, from his Beloved.
To My Boy,
How are you doing? I am just here, pining for you. I’ve been shedding more lately. Pretty sure it’s because I miss my boy and the emotional duress is taking its toll on my beautiful coat. When I am bald, you will know how much I truly loved you.
I remember the first day you found me under the porch at the old farmhouse. Only you could get me to come out. You were so patient and kind and you gave me treats. You could have named me something embarrassing, like Whiskers, but you named me Killer. I appreciate that.
However, I thought I was going to get to go with you this time. You took The Rat to college all the time, but never me. When you got rid of The Rat, I thought it was going to be my turn and I would get to go to the Army with you. I even forgave you for not letting me eat The Rat. Though I still dream about it. But even more, I dream about the Army. Being your battle buddy. I have pawed birds from the trees. Pounced on mice in the grass. Captured butterflies with one eye closed. Scattered my hairballs through dark hallways like field mines. I am ready! I’ve heard you aren’t allowed to receive candy or cookies? Are you allowed to receive me? I’ve always liked boxes and I don’t mind being mailed. I would do anything for you, even give up naps. At least some of them.
PFC McMinn, Killer