Dogs, they make us whole. There's just something about them that makes you love them, I don't know what it is nor do I want to know. That's part of the mystery and why we love them.
I was only 2, almost 3, when I got my dog. The best birthday present I will ever receive, 13 years and still going strong. I love her with all of my heart and nothing can or will ever change that. I can't imagine a day without her, less likely the remainder of my life, but I know one day the enevitable will creep up on us and I will be alone. Nothing scares me more than that, more than knowing the one thing on this earth I love more than my own life will be gone. I wonder if she knows that she will be leaving us all, I often too wonder if she knows how much I love her and how much love she means to my family. I truly hope she does, because to me, no matter if i never have another dog or I have a million, I am truly positive I won't love another any more than here. My first. My first real responsiblity and my first real sense of how much you can love another living thing.
I dedicate this story to all those who feel an unconditional love for their dog. For those few who have gone thought the pain of the loss and the struggle to regain the trust abound ability to love another. My time hasn't come to feel that, but I know that how I think I will react and how it will actually go, are two completely different things. Someone once said that " Heaven is the place where all the dogs you've ever loved come to greet you". I prey that this is so, because I know that forever and eternity will not be long enough. And I also prey for those who lost their dog, because that's a loss that no one should ever have to go through. Having that happy face, or in my case the smashed face a dog gets when they sleep on one side, a wagging tale, and a happy-go-lucky spirit are the best parts of my day and when they're gone it's gone to.
