You looked at me with eyes full of joy, hoping that I would take you home and give you a new life full of opportunity and puppy treats. Oh how I wish that I could have.
Today’s the day that I come home, and not have you waiting for me.
Trying to flirt with a cute stranger at the park or walking home only to realize you’re holding a literal bag of shit in your hand.
Now I know that you are the miracle I prayed for. That one angel I wanted, god’s miracle in my life, my turning point. My miracle was a 4-year-old 80 pound Labrador.
It’s the goodbye you wish you didn’t have to say and the tears you can’t control.
We’ve got all the doggos and their li’l baby puppers you’ll need to keep you smiling for several minutes (or hours, depending).
I sent them a big Puppy Package, welcoming Rai into the home. There were treats, toys, bones, and an instruction manual that I had created myself. My instruction manual did not include a chapter on what to do when she dies.
Maybe this little beating heart, four paws, tiny ears understands more than I give him credit for.
You cannot have a pet without commitment, especially if you have dogs.
It’s official: Tinder is hell.