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I was 15 when after years of begging for one, we finally got a dog. When we first brought her home she was so cute, long curly ears that would fall into her water dish. I think i have a million pictures of this. The novelty of taking her for walks lasted for a really long time.
After a few years things changed. I moved away to Halifax, then Boston, and everytime I came home, she wanted to sleep in my room less and less. She got closer to my parents and although she'd still act happy to see me, she wasn't really MY dog anymore.
Now that she's sick, I think about all the times she made me feel happy and safe, and warm when i was cold. She's a great feet warmer, and such a good friend. I know people think i'm so cheesy when it comes to my pets, but I really hope she gets better soon.
After a few years things changed. I moved away to Halifax, then Boston, and everytime I came home, she wanted to sleep in my room less and less. She got closer to my parents and although she'd still act happy to see me, she wasn't really MY dog anymore.
Now that she's sick, I think about all the times she made me feel happy and safe, and warm when i was cold. She's a great feet warmer, and such a good friend. I know people think i'm so cheesy when it comes to my pets, but I really hope she gets better soon.