Just over two weeks ago, I was sitting in an Emergency room for my kid... well, my dog. It was then I realized how obsessed I actually am with this old four-legged boy. Some may think I'm a little crazy, or even kind of pathetic, but I believe that although he isn't a human he still deserves the best life I can give him.

Let me explain how a dog can remotely symbolize a baby. For starters, although I may not be changing poopy diapers, I do use a pooper scooper to pick up little turds all over the yard. Although feeding him requires much less effort than feeding a baby, I still have to remember to feed him which is a lot of responsibility for a twenty-year-old girl who barely remembers to feed herself. Like a baby, I know that if I'm home on a Friday night with no plans that my dog will cuddle up beside me and be my company for the night. I know that when I'm sad, he'll be there to make me smile by just being himself.

I'm that girl who buys my dog more presents than I buy for my actual family members. My motherly instincts kick in when he's sick and all I want to do is lay on the floor and rub his belly until he is back to his usual self.

Vacations, oh those are another story. Instant heartbreak occurs until I am reunited with my furry best friend. The biggest heartbreak of them all is being in college and over four hours away from him. Although I do FaceTime him basically every day (yes I'm that girl) I miss him more than my actual siblings (sorry guys).

The bond my dog and I share could be mistaken for a woman and her child and I wouldn't trade that bond for the world.