Gemotions

The letter, found tucked inside a childhood drawing, was addressed to her dog, a golden retriever named Rusty. Sarah stared at the familiar ink with an ache in her chest. She had been so young, so full of love for the animal. She thought it was silly at first, but then she started reading.

The words were raw, uninhibited. She felt a warmth blossom in her chest, and she gently wiped away a stray tear. It made her consider her own pets she had lost over the years. She smiled at the tenderness, the unwavering affection. She understood now, in a way she hadn't before, the depth of her young heart's capacity to love.