"No Buffy you can't eat that" I told the small collie as I took the paper from her. The corner of the note book paper was wet and it was chewed from the middle down. I unwrinkled it and smoothed it out on my shirt. Scanning it quick it looked like a song. Slowly I read what was left of the song that Buffy didn't eat.
"You're the only one that knows me who seems to understand what I'm going through and who I am,
You are the one that makes me strong to keep moving on; you're the one that tells me its okay when everything else is astray,
You are the one who makes it okay, okay you are then one thanks for helping and guiding me along the way....."
It seem like he was thanking someone. I read it again wondering if it was meant for me. I wouldn't know because Jet was in the shower and I didn't have time to ask him as seeing I was only here to pick up Buffy to bring her to the dog sitter and then run down to the store while he went off to work. Maybe I would ask him about it later. I walked across his small apartment and put the wrinkled piece of paper on his kitchen counter. I really had to run.