April stinks

April 26 is Molly's birthday, only she's not alive to celebrate it. As the day draws closer, I dread it with every hour. I'm constantly thinking about her. She was the sweetest dog I ever had the pleasure of knowing, but so hard headed. She was so much like me, and we made a perfect team. She growled at me when annoyed, but put up willingly with children pulling her long ears. My nephew learned to walk leaning on her back. She loved going everywhere with me, and even up until the day she was put down, she went for a walk with me everyday. Blind and deaf, she took a walk with me. She was such a determined dog, I would love to spend just a few more hours with her. Today as I walked hom from classes, I saw in my minds eye the dogs greeting me and the door. and Molly with them. I wanted it so bad. And the worst the part is knowing, no matter how bad I want it, it's not something thats ever achievable. I fucking miss my dog.
 
 
 

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pinkpumpkin143
pinkpumpkin143

aww :(