I had a dog named Bruce, he came to me when he was of only 14 days. I loved him more than myself. He was a very aggressive dog but still I loved him, he had bitten around twenty people and due to some family problems we had to give him away to someone else which was also not an easy job because to whomsoever we gave him we had to get him back cuz till then he would have bitten his new master.
I think dogs are by far one of the most beautiful animals on this planet, their innocence, their friendliness, their bubbly selves, they bring joy wherever they go.
I have grown up with dogs all my life, I currently have a bitch who’s a black Labrador and she is the cutest thing on this planet. She wakes up every morning when it’s time for me to go to school and drops me to my bus stop along with my mom, in fact she always sits on the front seat and holds her head out the window and though she’s a hero and we’re in a romantic movie. She does this every single day without fail and she is just as excited the next day.
She goes back home and picks up the newspaper and takes it to my grandma, because let’s face it, it’s grandma that gives her those delicious biscuits in return, but if there’s one thing she isn’t allowed, its sitting on the bed, which she does anyway after all of us fall asleep. It’s beautiful how much a creature who can’t talk nor walk like us, can understand so much about our lives.
But one day a person came and took Bruce with him when I was not at home. And that day I lost him and now I don’t know where he is.
I am so sorry for your loss, I’ve lost a dog before too and I know it hurts so much, they have a way of growing on you and once you’ve lived with them a majority of your life, it’s incomplete without them.
As they say “Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”