The world is evil. My dog was good. When my brother died, after all the drama was over, I went off by myself with my dog, sat down in an old chair and just broke down and cried and cried. My dog howled in muffled unusual way for a dog. He put his front paws on the edge of the chair, lifted himself up to my face and started licking the tears off my face. He felt my pain and understood me like I didn't know an animal could. He was a one person dog. He was my dog for 13 years and he was the best dog ever in every way. I had to have him put down on June 9th because of hip displasia. Today I called an animal shelter that had a dog that was the same mixed breed and the person I spoke to said I couldn't adopt that dog because I wouldn't be able to "handle" it as it is a big dog. How insane the world is. My dog was more sane than that person I spoke to. I grew up on a farm and our family has had many dogs over the years. I've trained dogs. I live alone now and relish the unfeigned honesty and true friendship and companionship that only a special pet can give. Now we have people running animal shelters that tell you that "they" should pick the pet you can have. This is what the world has come to now. This experience just made me miss my dog all the more and now I'm crying all over again. The world is evil. My dog was loving.
Jensenson Jensenson
66-70, F
Aug 21, 2014