My Dog

Is like a shadow. It's funny, she truly is my dog. We both look good in black, we both have big brown eyes. We both like to lay around and be lazy, and we both don't need much to be happy. We both have trust issues, but end up loving those who we trust dearly. We both prefer to sit away from people, and we both eat pretty much the same dinner most nights. We're both pretty chill, but when we get excited... we get excited.

It's funny, because I've had Emma since 5th grade and never really had a pet before her (Ricky and Penny don't count because they were Annie's pets and died/were set free before I was five or six), and it's weird because I feel like I've had her forever. It's odd to think she's turning nine this September. She's getting old, but I feel like given her excellent health and good diet, she'll live to be an old dog. But sometimes, I imagine what if, and then I instantly get all watery eyed. Like it seriously doesn't take much and I'm already spiraling down.

But when I think of Lita in that situation, I don't get all sad. Maybe it's because she's still new to me and because dad's death threats on her kind of make her death seem trivial. I dunno. All I know is I love my animals so so sooooooo much. I love when Emma's sleeping on the foot of the bed in the morning, and when she sees that I'm awake, she crawls up to lay next to me and cuddle. So. Cute.

Bahhhh. I should go to sleep.

xx One With The Waves, Ocean Soul Marz