I want you to know that the weight you’ve gained is a testament of how much you love me. Every pound you put on is reinforcing my belief that you are choosing me. I want my love to stick to you so I know it’s permanent.
When you lose it, will this all be done too? Will you be telling me you no longer wish to have me. No more treats? No more feedings? No more belly rubs. No more eagerness to grow for me. No longer needing to please me. I no longer am your feeder?
Is your weight just as temporary as I am in your life?










