Last Friday I saw this weeks photo challenge and was really excited. But in order to participate I had to pull out my hard drive and dig in to my archives for a picture.
I love animals. We had cats growing up, but due to my mom’s pet dander allergy, they lived outside. But I always wanted a dog.
When I was in high school I was kinda obsessed about dogs. Finally my husband (well, he wasn’t my husband then) and I decided to get a dog.
It was the fall of 1997.
I wanted a rottweiler or a lab, but he wanted to look at a pitt-lab mix. His boss had one and it was such a great a dog that Hubby wanted to see about getting one.
I wasn’t sold on the idea.
Until this dog came and sat on my foot, put his head on my knee and looked me in the eye.
I started to tear up and said “This one. We will take this one.”
He was my companion, my friend, my pillow, my heater. He was my dog.
I miss him. Man, do I miss him.
I had always thought I would always want a dog. But after Blitz was gone I realized I would only want this dog.
We have another dog, not to replace him; we got her when he was about seven or so. I love her, I do, it’s just not the same.
I don’t think I will ever love a dog, like I loved him.