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By Doggie – Mourner, Mystery Solver, Occasional Sock Snuggler
Dear Sock,
It’s been three laundry cycles.
I’ve folded the towels. Matched the pajamas. Even reunited the elusive mitten twins.
But you… you never came back.
Were you eaten by the dryer beast?
Whisked away to the Land of Lone Laundry?
Did you run off with that rebellious bandana I haven’t seen since 2022?
You were my left foot comfort.
My cozy constant.
You had tiny strawberries on you, and I liked how you smelled faintly like vanilla and naps.
Pandy found me headfirst in the dryer drum. Mini Blue tried to squeeze under the washer. We searched lint traps and folding bins. We held a vigil by the spin cycle.
We even offered snacks to the laundry spirits. (They did not respond. Or maybe they took the snacks. Unclear.)
Maybe I was too warm. Too enthusiastic.
Maybe you needed time to stretch, metaphorically or otherwise.
If so… I understand.
Just know, you mattered. You completed me. You cushioned my paw.
No questions.
No judgment.
You’ll find your partner sock waiting. Rolled. Hopeful. Still soft.
I’ve saved your drawer spot.
Right between the thermal pups and the banana print pair.
Forever footloyal,
Doggie 🐶🧦
P.S. If you were spirited away into another dimension, please send a sign. A lint trail. A whisper through the fabric softener breeze. Anything.