As his needs continue to change through his transition to womanhood, my puppy today decided to remove the collar I placed on him more than 27 months ago.
This was not unexpected given the journey he is taking. I didn't write that post until months after he'd told me, and I genuinely hoped he would never remove the collar. But I suspected he would. A relationship between two gay BDSM men can survive a lot, but I'm not sure that changing gender is among those, at least if both of them aren't bisexual.
In the words of a different Mary Chapin Carpenter song, we have grown "closer and closer apart" over the past year, and I could never, in good conscience, expect him to remain in a relationship that is not fulfilling to him. We remain extremely close friends, and as I said before, he will always be my puppy, even when he becomes a magnificent bitch.
I placed the collar on him in late July 2008; he had worn it himself for a couple of months before that, and wore a chain for a few months before that. In the 27-plus months since that day, the collar had never been off his neck, not for one moment, until today. His love for me could not have been more perfect, and I could not have asked for anything more.
I only wish that our paths had not diverged. Having him on my path has been the most emotionally fulfilling time of my life.
