Journal,
It's the 20th. Thursday the 20th of December 2018. He died exactly a year ago today. I imagined I would be more sad. My dog died a year ago today. We had him for over 8 years and he had always bee my best friend. Kelsi was always his "mom", but then she moved out after she got pregnant and he was so sad.
So I was there to help him. I got her old room, which has been my room since, and I always told him to hop up in bed with me. I helped him cope with her being gone and in return, he helped me. He was there when mom left, when Jared, my old friend that I did everything with, left, when my uncle died, when my mom came back, when we went to go see her, when I thought that no one cared for me at all.
When I thought that no one cared for me at all. He was there, just laying next to me under the covers as I cried into his back. And he would just lay there, he would just be there, and he would make me feel loved. I don't really remember much from those years ago, but I think that if I wasn't living for me I was living for him and the other people around me.
And yeah, whoever ends up reading this probably thinks that I am stupid or naive or whatever because he was just a dog. But to me, he was so, so, so, so, so much more than just a dog.
He was a part of me.
~Grace
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