If there's a certain talent one vividly wishes for in this life, maybe it's that closeness with a man's best friend—a dog.
This certain chapter specifically wants to cover a person's POV, not being blessed to have enough good heart for animals. Although one may love them and cherish them as their own—this person seeks to have that relationship as well.
Maybe some may tell us, "it is not so hard to love them", but as for us, sure, loving them isn't hard, what's hard is to fuel that love until their end of days. We are inconsistent. Maybe, this is for the reason that we love spending too much time for myself that we fear relationships that will strip that time away from us.
We are not your dog hater, we are a mere wishers to have a hand that could take care for them more than we can. It's not a basic 'feed and let them drink, let them have a cozy house' matter. We don't know what to do when they got sick, or when they experience trauma. We don't know how to pet them, or maybe this is just us— covering this toxic trait of not trying good enough for our dogs.
This side of me, of us, who wants to be filled in with love, is that one fate we would like to carry.
For my dogs whom I can take care but not good enough. Snickers. Looper. Browny.
