My Dearest Skipper,
Not a day goes by without me thinking about you. Your soft fur...your mischievous black eyes...

When I hang out with my friends, they seem so dull and apathetic compared to you. Sometimes I wonder if they even hear what I say...

Even all the other men....they just don't seem important anymore. When they hold me, I feel stifled and confined. I long to break free!

All they see is a stunning trophy wife, an accessory to compliment their tux. You and I could have so much more!

All my life I have searched for a hob like you! A sensitive guy, with a good sense of humor. I feel as though I've been blindly searching to the ends of the earth.

I have looked high...

...and low... and finally I found you, Skipper.

Run! Run away with me, Skipper!

We could have a little house in the wilderness, where it could just be the two of us.

We could spend our days galloping "horses" down the beach.

And exploring the depths of the jungle.

Please say you'll come with me! Please say you'll be mine!
Yours Forever,

Lunchbox
