I am trying to write a letter to the breeder who gave me Sugar. For those who don't know the story, the breeder my mom got her little girl from had Sugar originally. She did not breed him herself but bought him as a puppy planning to use him as a stud. My mom and the breeder, Jean, became friends and I went to her house with my mom several times for my mom to visit her new little Sophie. That is when I met and fell in love with Sugar. He was 9 months old at the time. My mom's SIL ended up getting one of Jean's puppies and then one of her friends and through all this I would go to Jean's house and get to see Sugar. Jean decided not to use Sugar (fortunately for me his coat turned out soft rather than silky) and Jean let me have him.
So back to the letter. I am sending her pictures of Sugar and thanking her again and it is so hard. I can't seem to express how extremely grateful I am and how wonderful Sugar is. No matter what I write, I re-read it and it doesn't seem to encompass what Sugar means to me.
Okay, now I'll stop complaining and procrastinating and go finish the letter.
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"If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men." — St. Francis of Assisi, 1181-1226