All Dogs Probably Go To Heaven...
I occasionally find myself complaining about the smallest things. It's something innately human and I hate it when people complain about almost everything. I sometimes loathe the reality that I'm unattached, that I don't have self-control or that I don't have this and that. Most of the time, I would find it bearable to be single because I have my beloved family and my friends to keep me company and not to mention my cute and smart doggie. Whenever I'm with them, everything is alright.
Today, one of my allies left me, leaving me in pieces. It was just a few days ago that everything was perfect when all of a sudden, my dog's health just deteriorated. Guilt is gnawing at me. Lately, I've been too busy to spend as much time with her as i did before. She never complained, She'd be satisfied with me acknowledging her presence and a belly-rub would always make her day. She never failed to show her loyalty and always reciprocated our love and how much she appreciated how everyone in the household took care of her like she really was part of our family.
I don't think everyone would understand why someone could be depressed over a dog but if you only got the chance to spend over a year with a special one, you'd be in tears too.
I'd probably get another dog but Tiny could never be replaced. I'd miss her frantic barks whenever she heard my voice when I get home from work and when she was aware that we were having a meal, how overly excited she got when she sees us going her way. She enjoyed our company as much as we enjoyed hers. Tiny would be greatly missed.
Today, one of my allies left me, leaving me in pieces. It was just a few days ago that everything was perfect when all of a sudden, my dog's health just deteriorated. Guilt is gnawing at me. Lately, I've been too busy to spend as much time with her as i did before. She never complained, She'd be satisfied with me acknowledging her presence and a belly-rub would always make her day. She never failed to show her loyalty and always reciprocated our love and how much she appreciated how everyone in the household took care of her like she really was part of our family.
I don't think everyone would understand why someone could be depressed over a dog but if you only got the chance to spend over a year with a special one, you'd be in tears too.
I'd probably get another dog but Tiny could never be replaced. I'd miss her frantic barks whenever she heard my voice when I get home from work and when she was aware that we were having a meal, how overly excited she got when she sees us going her way. She enjoyed our company as much as we enjoyed hers. Tiny would be greatly missed.
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