To whom it may concern
To Whom It May Concern:
I will never forget the day I met Fido. I mean, how can I ever forget the day the pooch I would fall in love with turned up on my doorstep?! Might also have to do with the fact it was the first time I saw an Anthro up close.
You see, I live out in the sticks, the boondocks, the big spooky woods that horror movies are shot at. I work from a lovely little cabin I bought from a gambler. The place is outfitted with all the utilities and wifi. The latter being the clincher for buying it, I am an accountant for a small tech firm that makes graphing calculators. The work is rather boring but easy. Best part I get to work from home, so no commute, fat paycheck and rather easy work, I loved it. However, I hated it too. It was quite boring.
Anyway, I ramble, on the day I met Fido, it was a cold, rainy fall day. However, I do enjoy the rain so I decided to go out on to the porch. You can image my shock when, upon opening my door, on the other side of the threshold, was the taunt haunches of a white canine. The tail was raised, exposing a bright pink pucker and the testicles were drawn up tight into the dog's body. From what I could see, it appeared the dog was wringing out some clothes.
I must have made some noise because the dog turned, revealing a supremely adorable face, it was like a Dalmatian's with big floppy ears. A flat chest with two rows of six pink nipples ran parallel down his chest. Between his thighs was a good sized sheath, with the decently sized testicles drawn tight against the perineum.
The dog blushed, I could see red through his face fur and he covered his groin as he let out a small whine before saying "I-I-I-I-"
I simply chuckled as I said "Relax, its not often I get visitors, and even rarer they are as cute as you."
This caused the dog to blush even further, I nearly squealed, he was too cute! Now, I make it sound like I am the limp wristing type of gay. I am not; I am the "stealth gay." The kinda of guy you get wide eyed and say "YOU ARE?!" if I come out to you. But this cute wuffy was making me go nuts!
I smiled warmly as I moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder as I said "Would you like to come in and warm up?"
He nodded and I lead him inside and sat him on my couch. I smiled warmly as I wrapped the big towel around him and let him warm up as I made some soup.
We spent the rest of the day chatting about, well, truth be told, I do not recall what was said that day, all I recall is his warm smile, his giggly laugh and his bright green eyes.
He moved in with me and I still happily our days, chatting over inanities, silly word games and philosophical debates. The moments spent on quiet nights on the front porch, me snuggling my woofy, watching fireflies.
I recall the first time we made love, his eyes darting with nervous anticipation, yet trusting that I would not tear him. His eyes teared up as I slid in, it hurt, your first always hurts but soon he was smiling, little yips of joy as I moved inside him and a howl as we both came together. We lay together, snuggled as the sun raised up on the night sky, soft smiles on our faces as he nuzzled and necked.
Such joy it was until the day he could not get out of bed. His legs hurt too much. His eyes showed fear and sadness, we both knew nothing could be done. Lymphoma, metastasized into the long bones of the limbs, inoperable, 6 months.
He begged me to kill him, the pain and suffering was too much but I could not, for selfish reasons, I could not go on without my silly pooch, my woofy. I browbeat him into agreeing to this, since we both could not go on.
If you are reading this, you will find us in the bed in back, please do not try to revive us, the cyanide will have taken its effect already.
To those of you who decry homosexual relationships, I tell you I loved that pooch more then my own life and more so then most any other relationship on earth.
To those of you who decry our suicide, hell is going on without the other.
We had nobody, no families, no friends save you, our funeral will most likely be attended solely by you, attached to this letter is the arrangements we made beforehand.
We will everything to the state; we have no need of it any longer, for we have each other.
Do not mourn us, we are happy now, for we will always be with one another, no pain, no sadness, just Fido and me.
We have one last request, put this letter up were it will be read by all, be it a bulletin board, subway car, bus seat, or simply online, so that others may read this and not lose hope at love being dead, that some things transcend our lives and link us together.
found painted on a bathroom stall in Union Station.
I have not dated, flirted, held hands, kissed, etc yet I have lost my virginity. This is what I think each of us craves deep in our hearts, to have someone to be with till we die. So I pass this story to you, pass it along if you wish or keep it, either as a goal or as a game plan, it matters not.