Your Voice

Letter 22 – Your Voice, My Voice

 

Garrett, 

I was shocked when I heard your voice in my voice the other day. I was talking to Koda. Being affectionate and feeling a lot of love towards this dog. I was talking to him, telling him something like what a good boy he was, when it was your voice I heard, in mine.

I was so shocked when I heard it. I sound like my son, I thought. My son sounds like me. Just like I know I sound like my mother, sometimes. In the way we talk to our animals, and express our love for them, we sound the same.

Me, my mom, and you. Now I hear you all the time when I talk to Koda. And I think to myself, There you are. Hey, there, bud. 

 

 

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