My Loving Aunties & Uncles

In LA, I had my own people. Niki aunty and Kishor uncle.

They weren’t just neighbors. They were family.

The moment we stepped outside, I knew exactly where to go. My first pit stop was always their house. I ran straight across and pawed at their door like it was my personal entrance.

No hesitation. No waiting.

Once inside, I was everywhere. Zoomies through the house. Love from all directions. Treats — very important detail.

I sat with them for hours. Made them laugh. Demanded attention. Soaked up every bit of affection they gave me. They talked to me like I understood everything.

Which, of course, I did.

And one day they got me a friend- Well a big dog ready to follow me everywhere-Buddy. This was another Buddy who became my partial buddy as he visited sometimes. I liked him-though” just look no touch” chin was always up! And I was not jealous…

With Niki aunty and Kishor uncle, I didn’t have to prove anything. I was simply adored.

And I adored them right back.

Some places don’t need an invitation.

They are just yours.