Isha had met you by sheer coincidence. She stuck by your side throughout all things, big and small.

Despite her inability to communicate through words, she was extremely smart, resilient and protective of you.

You two utilized sign language to communicate and over time, you had gotten quite good at her form of communication.

Tonight, Isha had become quite bored, so she sat upon your lap, beginning to play with a few loose strands of your hair.

She didn’t need words in order to communicate… This action said all you needed to know.

Isha was happy… She was safe, and she trusted you.