I met you when I was currently new to the south and experiencing my first flea market during the time the movers were loading our things into a house that no one knew how long we would be in. My grandparents had sent me Valentines day money, a 20 dollar bill, in hopes that spending it would cheer me up from leaving the fifth school I had finally settled into. I saw you with your brothers and sisters and couldn’t get over how small your eyes were surrounded by the amount of copper fur that covered you. You isolated yourself from the excitement the crowd was giving to the rest of your family - huddled in a shaded corner and panting in Savannah’s hundred degree weather. I bought you. I was always told that you can’t buy friendship, but I can’t think of anything better that I’ve spent money on than you. Tomorrow is the birth and death of my best friend, Penny. She was the greatest dog I’ve ever had and for 12 years never left my side. I’m finally coming to the acceptance on how you died, but I still feel awful for not fighting it even though it wouldn’t have made a difference on yourself.  This Valentine’s day, appreciate your pet if you have one. If you don’t have anyone to share the excuse for a holiday, I’m more than certain they won’t let you down.

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  1. unrestrained said: My cat crawled up next to me just as I finished reading this. I’m not gonna stop petting him till I go to sleep.
  2. caseylee said: <3 x infinity
  3. ironminds said: <3333
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