God I miss my dog...
Some people don't like animals much, or don't think of them much. I've lived with them all my life. I couldn't imagine a life without them. Even now, when I get upset, I always miss my dog. He was the only one I could ever talk to and not feel like I was being judged on some level. Even the people who love you tend to form some opinion or judgement on your situation. It's not that they're bad listeners or mean, or inconsiderate, it's just very human. Kaos (my dog) always just gave me his best smile, the near bruise-inducing wag of his tail, and a nudge to come play and quit being so melancholy...
At least I know he's safe and warm back in South Carolina, and from my recent visit I know he misses and remembers me... I wish I could have him here with me, but he's no city dog. He wouldn't understand life here, and he'd miss my mother's dog. Besides the fact he's the size of a mammoth, and the fact that my mother has told me I can't have him. She says it's because her dog would die of depression (and he might just, at that, being a rather emo dog as it is), but I know she'd miss having him too.
He's such a joy.... No animal can replace him. He's the first dog I ever had that was really mine. I helped raise him from being just a puppy, took him home, cared for him and trained him. He was all I ever wanted in a dog. He's big, friendly, loving and protective, he's a german-shepherd mix, but you can't tell he's mixed with much of anything... anyway... yeah.. I miss him... I could ramble on for hours about how wonderful he is, but anyone who has a pet they really love can do the same thing.
point in case, this quote, which pretty much sums up how I feel:
"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
-- Gene Hill