Not long ago my dog unexpectedly got sick and passed away. It was horrible and i had to distance myself from it to stop from crashing and burning again. But i think in a way it still doesn’t seem real. I miss her everyday and as stupid as it sounds my poopydog got me through each day. Everyday when i felt alone or upset she was always there by my side. I could count on her to make me smile and keep me company. She was my saving grace. She was the most beautiful dog in the world, in fact she wasn’t a dog she was like a sister to the family. For this reason i can’t bring myself to be able to get a new dog. It would be wrong and i can’t imagine having any other dog. I don’t think i would accept it. Now normally i hate cats, they freak me out. but it seems like the only way to have a heart beat and company by my side again. In fact i think my mind is made up, now i just have to convince the family.
