A Letter To The Best Dog I've Ever Owned

A Letter To The Best Dog I've Ever Owned

Summer Chronicles: Vol. 7

To the best dog I've ever owned,

You left our lives as mysteriously as you entered it. You never begged for attention, even at the end of your life and I just wish I could have said goodbye.

You were the perfect family dog. As soon as you joined the family, you took care of the little ones at our house. My little sister would dress you up in her own clothes and you would not mind. She would climb on top of your back and you didn't even flinch. My brother would be minding his own business and you would put a paw on his lap, just to let him know you were there. You joined me during runs and stretches, even when you were growing old and tired.

They say that diamonds are a girl's best friend, but those girls must not have met a dog like you. You came into my life when I was 13 and witnessed so many milestones. You were there when I left the house for my first date, you greeted me when I got home from school, and you comforted me when I was home sick. You politely asked to be let out in the middle of the night, speaking in a low bark, so as not to startle anyone, with one paw rested gingerly on the bed.

I had only met one person who was intimidated by you. You were not a very good guard dog (or a guard dog at all), but you greeted everyone with doggy smiles and happy barks. The scariest thing about you was your giant grin!

You were not always the calmest dog. For some unknown reason, you had several irrational fears; including doggie doors, chairs, water, and rakes. Giving you a bath outside was an absolute nightmare. You were never picky about your own food, but always skeptical about the human food you received. I can remember you staring at your dish with your ears up and head tilted as if the slice of steak was asking you a puzzling question.

The older you got the lazier you became. Tug-a-war was not particularly appealing to you and going on a run with you meant that half of it would be walked. If I jumped around to get you riled up your response was more often than not, a raised head and eyes that seemed to roll. I could just imagine what you were thinking: "This girl is making a fool out of herself. Doesn't she know I just want to be pet?" Some other dogs might have played more, but your relaxed personality was just what we needed in our loud, chaotic house.

You were unforgettable. I miss you now and I will continue to. You were the best dog I have ever owned. You were more than just a mutt that lived with me, you were a part of my family.

Thanks for brightening my life. You were always loyal and loving even when I was annoyed with you. You might not have been the best guard dog; you might have been a little lazy, but you were family. I love you!


Your owner and friend

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It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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8 Lessons I Learned From My Three-Legged Cat

Having a cat with three legs can teach you a lot about life


Back in February, I was going through a spiral. I had no motivation to do anything, my candle was burning out if you will. My girlfriend and I had discussed getting a kitten so that our other cat, Athena, could have a little playmate. We got to the shelter, only to find that they had to quarantine a good number of their cats due to an FIV or leukemia contamination. Luckily, there were other cats that had been cleared and were ready to go out to a cat cafe. I got to hold a few, but the one that won was a little black kitten that had her leg amputated. I knew she was the one by the way she purred when I held her.

Over the last few months, this little cat, Posey, has taught me so much. Such as:

Anything is possible


Posey has made incredible adjustments to having just three legs. She chases her sister, jumps up onto cabinets, you name it. Jumping down from ledges isn't quite her favorite, but she's been amazing about it. If she can adjust to that kind of life, so can I. Even if my job hunting isn't going great, nothing is going to stop me.

It takes some work to get where you want to be


Of course, learning how to do things with three legs takes a lot of work. I don't know how she adjusted when she was in the shelter, but I do know that by the time we got her she was a little champ. She had to have put in effort post surgery to get where she is. Now I need to put in the work to get my life together.

Don't be afraid to speak up


I'm going to say it right now: she is a little crybaby. I could be sitting two feet away, and she will start crying if I don't give her attention. She let it be known when she wants loving. Letting anyone, even my girlfriend, in on what's going through my head is something that I need to work on.

Someone will love you for you


Cats like Posey usually have a harder time getting adopted, mostly because of color and "defect". That being said, if she was older, she might have been in the shelter even longer.

There's more than one way to contribute to the house


When either of them start protesting about being held, my girlfriend and I just say "Oh I know, life is hard when you don't have to pay rent". In all seriousness, these two contribute in ways to help us deal with emotions. The more I think about what they do, the more I realize that I don't have to just work and put in a paycheck for the house.

It does not take much to be self sufficient


I always worry about her when we go to Atlanta to take care of stuff for our move. But I know that they will be fine for a weekend as long as they have food, clean water, and a clean litter box. As long as I have basic needs met, I'll be okay.

Or to be happy


She just wants to play and to cuddle. As long as she gets that, it does not take her much to purr like a motorboat. And just like having the needs met, as long as have the simple things, like something to do or someone to do that something with, I am happy.

There's always time for a nap (or just do nothing at all)


She loves to sleep and gets fussy when anyone wakes her up. It's gotta be so tough to be as cute as she is. But more to the point, she takes time to take care of herself. And while I may not take a nap, I've realized that I don't have to be go-go-go all the time, and that slowing down and doing absolutely nothing actually helps. Now if I could actually do it, I'd be in business.

So, Posey, I thank you for bringing me so much and teaching me so much more.

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