One Pup's Love

I’m sitting here staring at my dog. She is a solid white, one-eyed, shed machine, also known as a husky. For three years, she has been my baby, but all that is about to change. I have to find her a new home by May 8^th because I’m leaving for a three week long trip and then moving into a house that doesn’t allow pets. So for the next week, I’ll be reminiscing. I will start with a blog:

I bought her when she was just a puppy at eight weeks old. Basically she was an attempt to replace a lost love. My dad had passed away a month earlier, and I desperately needed something to love, that would love me back and distract me. They say the best way to move on from an old affection is to replace it with a new one. And she was an adorable affection. She looked like a kangaroo because her tail was too big for her body. It was the first time I had been allowed to get a puppy since I was five. I had searched the AKC website for four weeks, trying to find the perfect breeder and the perfect puppy.

When she finally came, I was so overjoyed. She hardly left my side for weeks. Luckily it was summer so we almost never had to be apart. If a friend was having a party or I was going to visit my grandparents, I would take her with me. We were a package deal. She slept in bed with me and for the first few weeks, I happily woke up every night at 3am to let her out. Trips to the dog park, the lake, and Petsmart were regular occurrences. If she got sick, I would stay up all night with

I think some dogs have intuitive knowledge of how you’re feeling, and Tori was definitely one of them. She would nuzzle up to my face when I would cry about my dad. She wasn’t intrusive, licking me excitedly. She wasn’t asleep and ignoring me. I could tell she trying to be close and loving. She can still tell when I’m upset. Normally she is a high energy pup, but when I’m upset she’ll just walk over and set her head on my leg, just like in the movies.

I will surely miss her.