dog diary
I remember the day when Joy was given to me for my 9th birthday. She was just a little puppy then, so everything was a huge discovery for her. She was learning to come to terms with her shadow, and she was a little scared of the dog in the mirror. The one who copies her every move, gets close when she does, backs away when she does, won’t stop looking at her until she looks away. I remember the late nights in my room when I would try to figure out how I can secretly keep her under my sheets w/ out my parents finding out. We used to have a long session of ball catching, followed up by my famous full body massage and her “What’s this? Let me try to eat it” hour.
Now at the rightful age of 13, she is old and wise & slowly fading away. Her legs gave out on her this week and now she whimpers into the night and can only escape the pain as she falls asleep out of exhaustion.
We both know its coming. I just want to hold a little bit longer.
I love her.
Now at the rightful age of 13, she is old and wise & slowly fading away. Her legs gave out on her this week and now she whimpers into the night and can only escape the pain as she falls asleep out of exhaustion.
We both know its coming. I just want to hold a little bit longer.
I love her.