It is no secret that over the last couple of months my life has felt overwhelming. The loss of my thirteen year old pup in August undid me. Dogs, in my opinion, provide the most authentic form of unconditional love, so when I lost my pup I felt so alone, even though I wasn’t. Prior to the loss of my dog, my brother had moved away to Seattle and asked me to watch over his pet. Her name is Luna, and she’s significantly different from the dog I had lost. Beyond a very obvious difference in phenotypical expression, her maturity is still developing. She is a beautiful 1 year old pitbul who’s eyes light up the minute she sees me. Raising her has been so different from my last. That said, I’m not sure I could’ve raised a dog that reminds me of my last. I most likely would’ve found myself wallowing in my own sorrow far more often. Luna is over saturated with personality. She keeps me on my feet, kicks me in her sleep and currently has developed a terrible habit of bringing me dead pigeons in the morning ha (we’re working on stopping this)! She saw me crying one day in the yard and sat across me confused. I don’t think she was able to process why I felt so sad but I could tell she wanted to help. She has been there for me over the last couple of months. Her joyous personality was enough light to pierce the darkness that enveloped me. She truly is one of a kind. I love her so much.
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