I believe Diesel was my best friend. It was not an easy thing at all to get the news that he passed away. I could always hang out with him. He was always happy to see me. I could tell him anything, and really I would. I would tell him everything that used to run through my mind. I used to tell him that one day I would find a way to take him up to the mountains with me, but it seems like whenever I tried he always got in trouble. But I loved him most because of his love. Never once did he bark, or bite, or fight back, unless it was a situation when he was scared (for example: cactus, porcupine) but even then he had an undeniable trust in us, and no matter what we would ever do to him, through negligence or misplaced intention, he would always come back to cheer us up and love us, and he would. He could run around all day with us to play with balls too big for him. Or he could just lay with us and chill out for a good long while. I'd always like to say goodbye to him in the mornings before going to school. Man I loved that dog. I loved that dog from the day he came home and we could hold him in our arms to the moment I said goodbye for the last time on October 4th. That was the only farewell I cried at, but I hid my tears from you guys.. I'm going to miss him, and no dog will ever be able to replace him. That book "Love That Dog" was my favorite when I was younger because of him. It reminded me of him. I think I want to read it again when I'm back. I'm doing my best not to get down about it, but it's still a loss. But I'll get up. I'll keep on keeping on so there's no need to worry about me.
-A
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