When I was 15 we gave our dog away. My parents said it was because we couldn't take care of her any more, we wouldn't walk her, we would fight over putting her out, and bringing her in. We were forced to clean her cage, and her food and water dishes were filled with much destine. My dad was working out of town, my mom was working full time, completing her masters, and still making lunch for 3 kids.
No one wanted to give her away; I was crying, my brother was crying, my sister was hysterical. My mom could barley handle the emotions and water works, let alone her own deal with her attachment to the dog. My dad put the dog into the van, and an hour later he returned alone. The dog, our dog, My dog, had been given away. The house was filled with a generalized air of frustration, combined with hatred and loathing.
Two days later we received a phone call, it was the family that had taken our dog. She had run away and they were worried about her, they said if she came back they would take her again. It has been said that if you love something let it go, if it comes back it was meant to be yours. This theory should only be applied to dogs, and hypothesis testing is discouraged. I have let fish, turtles, snakes, grasshoppers, and even girls go; the only one ever to come back was my dog.
Immediately, ridden with guilt, my dad jumped in the van and drove around looking for her. 12 hours later the dog was in the house suffocated with love. Now We fight about who will walker, who will let her out, and we rush to let her in. Her dish is always full, and not a complaint is registered.
I previously stated, out of all the things I have loved and let go my dog was the only one to return to me. This statement is only partially correct; this BLOG has also returned to me. Despite my attempts to cast it into digital darkness, the code and text contained within this page refuse to fade to black.
Now, to quantify this, it has more to do with automatic payments from my VISA than love and ownership. This aside, now that my BLOG is back and my desire to write has returned I cant help but feel somewhat excited.
This is my last year of my BScN, I will have my knee issues surgically resolved in a few weeks and my summer has been inspiring to say the least.
To be continued......
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