A little over a year my dog Alex died. I saw someone walking a border collie today and it reminded me of him. I still miss him and I have no plans to get another dog soon because he just feels so unreplaceable and I hate dealing with the pain when your dog does die. I got him when I was in 5th grade and he died when I was a senior in college. The day he died he was still acting like a puppy so it caught me extremely by surprise and it was an extremely hard pill to swollow.
He would sleep at the end of my bed every night. He sat next to me every time I ate a meal. He loved it when I ate pizza because I hate pepperonis and he knew I would give them to him. He would just about jump out of his skin every time I pulled his leash out because he loved to go on walks. He never ran away if we forgot to close a door or the back fence. He was never hostile towards another human or animal. In fact he loved my guinea pig and would stare at him hours. Sometimes the guinea pig would come up to him and they would touch noses and never did Alex try to eat him. I felt like I loved him like some people love their children. It's nice to have another living creature who expresses joy towards you everyday and is genuinely happy when you walk in the front door. A few times since he has died my brain has skipped a step and I have opened the back door and called his name to come in the house then realizing the backward is is holding nothing but the memory of him. Even after more than a year I am still finding rib bones he burried in the back yard.
Dogs really are man or woman's best friend and we build bonds with them like they are no different than any other member of the family. To some people they are just a dog, but for my family and me when he died it felt lost we lost a member of our family.
The picture is of me and him when I was 19 years old. It's a little dated but it's my favorite picture of him.
He would sleep at the end of my bed every night. He sat next to me every time I ate a meal. He loved it when I ate pizza because I hate pepperonis and he knew I would give them to him. He would just about jump out of his skin every time I pulled his leash out because he loved to go on walks. He never ran away if we forgot to close a door or the back fence. He was never hostile towards another human or animal. In fact he loved my guinea pig and would stare at him hours. Sometimes the guinea pig would come up to him and they would touch noses and never did Alex try to eat him. I felt like I loved him like some people love their children. It's nice to have another living creature who expresses joy towards you everyday and is genuinely happy when you walk in the front door. A few times since he has died my brain has skipped a step and I have opened the back door and called his name to come in the house then realizing the backward is is holding nothing but the memory of him. Even after more than a year I am still finding rib bones he burried in the back yard.
Dogs really are man or woman's best friend and we build bonds with them like they are no different than any other member of the family. To some people they are just a dog, but for my family and me when he died it felt lost we lost a member of our family.
The picture is of me and him when I was 19 years old. It's a little dated but it's my favorite picture of him.
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My dog is really the best friend that I have, and now that he's 6, I'm starting to dread thinking about how he's getting older
People amaze me, and not in a good way.