I remember the day she brought me home. It was both scary and exciting. My adrenaline was through the roof and I had no clue why this stranger would take me away from my family. I was mad. I was helpless. I was frustrated. But I was blessed.

In the first couple of days, things started to make more sense. She took me from my family because she wanted me to be a part of hers. She bought me my own bed and so many toys! She let me cuddle with her for a whole day and I never wanted to leave her side.

That's when things started getting serious. We started getting into fights -- apparently peeing on the floor is a thing not to do. She put me through rigorous training of how to sit, shake, and, of course, how to not pee on the floor. I would get upset because she was teaching me hard things, but I knew it was for the best.

Not only did she teach me the behavioral things, but she taught me so much more than that. My mom taught me what it's like to be loved -- to be really loved. She tells me she loves me and she showed me that I can tell her I love her in ways other than saying it out loud since, well, I can't say it out loud. I show her through my kisses, through my cuddles, and every time I look at her. Everyone says that a dog is a man's best friend, but she is mine. I sit with her when she cries and cuddle her when she's lonely. We have a bond unlike any other.

We have learned so much about each other and I know that she needed me. The thing I never realized, is how much I needed her.

She has been my everything and I wouldn't trade her for the world. I am her dog and she is my human.