Years later I was riding my bicycle in the mountains outside of Pine, CO.
And I lost her just as I was starting to leave childhood behind, passing on after I’d spent a year in college. I remember every skinned knee and bicycle ride in the context of Cammie, who was always there for me. She arrived in my life when I was just beginning to connect some of the dots in my memory to make a picture of who I was, forming my identity as a child. It’s a scene that shows up in A Dog’s Purpose-a puppy and a boy meeting each other the very first time, both of them full of unrestrained joy.
I fell to my knees and spread my arms and that dog leaped into them as if we had loved each other our whole lives. I was probably 8 years old, playing in the back yard of our house in Prairie Village, KS, when my dad opened the gate and in rushed a 9-week-old Labrador puppy. What’s not to love about an animal who will sit in your living room all day long, waiting for you to get home, and even if you need to work late and then stop for a stress-relieving beverage on your way home, when you unlock that front door, is absolutely overjoyed to see you? How could you not adore an animal who senses when your day is not going well and tries to cheer you up by dumping a sodden tennis ball in your lap? I’ve always loved dogs, which puts me in a unique category along with what, maybe two or three billion people?
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