Us Eurekaens are very fortunate to have grown up in a town that has given us endless opportunities and amounts of strength. The memories will forever be a part of you. If you ever get the nerve to leave, you will always carry it with you. And you will most likely long to return at least for a short visit. Because once a wildcat, always a wildcat.
I didn't sleep much last night after I saw your tears. I would have gotten up to snuggle you, but I am just too weak. We both know my time with you is coming close to its end, and I just can't believe it how fast it has happened.
I remember the first time I saw you like it was yesterday.
You guys were squealing and jumping all around, because you were going home with a new dog. Dad, I can still feel your strong hands lifting me from the crate where the rest of my puppy brothers and sisters were snuggled around my warm, comforting puppy Momma. You held me up so that my chunky belly and floppy wrinkles squished my face together, and looked me right in the eyes, grinning, “She's the one."
I was so nervous on the way to my new home, I really didn't know what to expect.
But now, 12 years later as I sit in the sun on the front porch, trying to keep my wise, old eyes open, I am so grateful for you. We have been through it all together.
Twelve “First Days of School." Losing your first teeth. Watching Mom hang great tests on the refrigerator. Letting you guys use my fur as a tissue for your tears. Sneaking Halloween candy from your pillowcases.
Keeping quiet while Santa put your gifts under the tree each year. Never telling Mom and Dad when everyone started sneaking around. Being at the door to greet you no matter how long you were gone. Getting to be in senior pictures. Waking you up with big, sloppy kisses despite the sun not even being up.
Always going to the basement first, to make sure there wasn't anything scary. Catching your first fish. First dates. Every birthday. Prom pictures. Happily watching dad as he taught the boys how to throw every kind of ball. Chasing the sticks you threw, even though it got harder over the years.
Cuddling every time any of you weren't feeling well. Running in the sprinkler all summer long. Claiming the title “Shotgun Rider" when you guys finally learned how to drive. Watching you cry in mom and dads arms before your graduation. Feeling lost every time you went on vacation without me.
Witnessing the awkward years that you magically all overcame. Hearing my siblings learn to read. Comforting you when you lost grandma and grandpa. Listening to your phone conversations. Celebrating new jobs. Licking your scraped knees when you would fall.
Hearing your shower singing. Sidewalk chalk and bubbles in the sun. New pets. Family reunions. Sleepovers. Watching you wave goodbye to me as the jam-packed car sped up the driveway to drop you off at college. So many memories in what feels like so little time.
When the time comes today, we will all be crying. We won't want to say goodbye. My eyes might look glossy, but just know that I feel your love and I see you hugging each other. I love that, I love when we are all together.
I want you to remember the times we shared, every milestone that I got to be a part of.
I won't be waiting for you at the door anymore and my fur will slowly stop covering your clothes. It will be different, and the house will feel empty. But I will be there in spirit.
No matter how bad of a game you played, how terrible your work day was, how ugly your outfit is, how bad you smell, how much money you have, I could go on; I will always love you just the way you are. You cared for me and I cared for you. We are companions, partners in crime.
To you, I was simply a part of your life, but to me, you were my entire life.
Thank you for letting me grow up with you.
Your family dog
It happens. Life comes at you so fast; it seems like it can only move up and then you stagnate. You get stuck, unable to pull yourself out of a cloud that seemingly engulfs you. It is okay. It is okay to be lost. It is okay to sit back and reflect. It is okay to be sad. But in these moments where you lack any type of inspiration or motivation, what do you do? I used two different methods in an attempt to pull myself back up.
2. Reconnect with yourself
Take a day to treat yourself. Treating yourself does not always entail indulging in your favorite foods or spa day. It can also entail simply just taking a few moments to breathe, be by yourself and just be. I have found that in LA it is very easy to get caught up in the fast-paced society, always searching for something better. However, oftentimes if you sit and reflect you will realize that you are exactly where you should be and are probably doing a lot more than you think. By reflecting I realized that I have been caught up in the mindset of "I can do better" or "I can do more". But, again, you are exactly where you should be. Slow down. Appreciate you.
While it is very easy to get caught up in the neverending cycle of social, economic, or status climbing in LA, remember that everyone has times when they lose motivation. We all have rock bottoms where it seems like nothing could get worst. But with this rock bottom remember. It truly is only up from there. To find your inspiration again, try something new. Like yoga, you may have a passion that reminds you why you are here. Remember to treat yourself. Sit. It is okay to do nothing every once in a while to ensure you are taking the best care of yourself as possible. Just sit. Be. Let the motion continue around you. And remember, it is okay to not always be a part of that movement.