a tribute to my baby.
there is so much to write about, but there is are a couple topics that need more attention than others.
every once in awhile in life,
you go through trials and experiences that show you who your real friends are.
sometimes the things that you go through are good. sometimes they are bad. very bad.
this has happened to me.
shown me who my TRUE friends were.
or at least who cared and how much.
last week. one week from yesterday. my dog died.
now maybe people just didn't understand the pain this caused me. i mean that is understandable.
not everyone has pets, and most of them do not have the relationship that i had with my dog with their pets.
( i know i am setting myself up for so much ridicule by writing about this, but i don't care. i loved my dog more than anything and i don't care if people think i am a loser for it.)
yeller was 13 years old. i am 16 years old.
i had him since the day he was born. his mom was our dog and she had a litter of puppies and he was the only one we kept.
he was special.
so think about.
13 years. since i was 3. that dog had been with me for everything.
i am suuuuch an animal lover.
i always have been.
i grew up in the country.
all my friends lived on farms.
pets were our companions to the max (as nanda would say)
and yeller was my best friend.
i remember in the summer he would lay down on our back patio and we would have the music playing on the sound system and i would just lay with my head on his stomach and sleep in the sun w/ him for hours.
one time when martha and i were out in the fields exploring there was a pack of coyotes... yeller and cinder (his mom) were with us and they attacked and protected us from the entire pack. (hahaha that makes them sound like lassie or something)
later, i trained yeller and we did eventing together.
we used to compete in local dog shows and stuff.
it was, without a doubt, my favorite thing to do in the spring and summer.
he was the best dog.
always protective
never hurt any people
so sweet.
so cute.
he was like my best friend.
i probably shouldn't blame people for not understanding the extent that his death affected me.
but ANYONE who barely knew me would most likely know that i was an animal lover and i LOVED yeller more than anything.
some friends didn't even acknowledge it.
some friends just ignored me.
you friends let me down.
some friends knew just what to say.
some friends had no idea what to say but they listened to me anyways.
some friends didn't say anything to me except the usual "i'm sorry" but they knew exactly what to do to get my mind off of it.
some friends didn't care, but they too listened anyway.
you friends, thank you so much.
and then, there are the good things in life that happen, and these too show you something about your friends.
i don't want to go into detail about these
but to make it simple,
i did well on my SATs
and i got in and got scholarships to a couple of my colleges so far.
and some of you couldn't even be happy for me.
i don't know what you were, but it didn't make me feel very good. at all.
then there are just those friends who when you look at them and are trying to tell them a story or something important about your life, you can just see in their eyes that they don't care. they don't care at all. they're thinking about something else. probably their boyfriend.
thanks for caring guys.
every once in awhile in life,
you go through trials and experiences that show you who your real friends are.
sometimes the things that you go through are good. sometimes they are bad. very bad.
this has happened to me.
shown me who my TRUE friends were.
or at least who cared and how much.
last week. one week from yesterday. my dog died.
now maybe people just didn't understand the pain this caused me. i mean that is understandable.
not everyone has pets, and most of them do not have the relationship that i had with my dog with their pets.
( i know i am setting myself up for so much ridicule by writing about this, but i don't care. i loved my dog more than anything and i don't care if people think i am a loser for it.)
yeller was 13 years old. i am 16 years old.
i had him since the day he was born. his mom was our dog and she had a litter of puppies and he was the only one we kept.
he was special.
so think about.
13 years. since i was 3. that dog had been with me for everything.
i am suuuuch an animal lover.
i always have been.
i grew up in the country.
all my friends lived on farms.
pets were our companions to the max (as nanda would say)
and yeller was my best friend.
i remember in the summer he would lay down on our back patio and we would have the music playing on the sound system and i would just lay with my head on his stomach and sleep in the sun w/ him for hours.
one time when martha and i were out in the fields exploring there was a pack of coyotes... yeller and cinder (his mom) were with us and they attacked and protected us from the entire pack. (hahaha that makes them sound like lassie or something)
later, i trained yeller and we did eventing together.
we used to compete in local dog shows and stuff.
it was, without a doubt, my favorite thing to do in the spring and summer.
he was the best dog.
always protective
never hurt any people
so sweet.
so cute.
he was like my best friend.
i probably shouldn't blame people for not understanding the extent that his death affected me.
but ANYONE who barely knew me would most likely know that i was an animal lover and i LOVED yeller more than anything.
some friends didn't even acknowledge it.
some friends just ignored me.
you friends let me down.
some friends knew just what to say.
some friends had no idea what to say but they listened to me anyways.
some friends didn't say anything to me except the usual "i'm sorry" but they knew exactly what to do to get my mind off of it.
some friends didn't care, but they too listened anyway.
you friends, thank you so much.
and then, there are the good things in life that happen, and these too show you something about your friends.
i don't want to go into detail about these
but to make it simple,
i did well on my SATs
and i got in and got scholarships to a couple of my colleges so far.
and some of you couldn't even be happy for me.
i don't know what you were, but it didn't make me feel very good. at all.
then there are just those friends who when you look at them and are trying to tell them a story or something important about your life, you can just see in their eyes that they don't care. they don't care at all. they're thinking about something else. probably their boyfriend.
thanks for caring guys.