Nine years ago, this little Golden Retriever, Pudding, waltzed right into my life. I still remember that day at the pet store—paws pressed against the glass, big shiny eyes locked on mine. Took maybe a second to know this furball was coming home with me.
Growing up together, Pudding was always there—my little shadow. When I’d hunker down with homework, it’d curl up by my feet like my own personal study buddy. On sad days, it’d nudge my leg with that silent little “I got you” that meant everything. And on the good days? We’d tear around the house like wild things, all laughs and wagging tails. One time when I was sick in bed, it somehow managed to dig up a thermometer and bring it over. Clumsy as ever—but man, that hit me right in the heart.
But time catches up, even with the best of friends. Pudding got slower, couldn’t jump like before. And when the day came to say goodbye... I cried like a kid. To keep that bond alive, I had this leather carving made. With every slice of the tool, memories came rushing back—a quiet tribute to all we shared. Now it hangs from my bag. Every glance down, I swear I feel Pudding right there beside me, goofy smile and all, riding shotgun through life.
I found this little grey tabby, Ash, curled up under a car, trembling. I didn’t hesitate—I brought him home.
Ash quickly became my shadow. Whenever I worked, he’d leap onto the desk and sweep his tail across the keyboard, clearly telling me to stop and play. One time, when I was sick in bed, he stayed by my side all day, gently nudging my palm and meowing like he was trying to find medicine. He didn’t bring the right one—but his little effort meant the world.
To keep that feeling close, I had his face carved into a leather tag. Now it hangs from my bag. Every time I glance at it, it feels like Ash is still right here—soft, silly, full of love. Quietly turning ordinary days into something warm and unforgettable.
