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I don’t know why I am writing about this on Tumblr but I guess I figured it would be a somewhat cathartic experience. Or maybe it will make me feel worse…
Anyways, anyone who knows me well enough knows that I am obsessed with my dogs. Like they are my babies and coming from a culture where people eat dogs, I can see how not a lot of people would understand. I didn’t have the happiest or stable or consistent upbringing. Sure, I never lived in a rough neighborhood or was abused, but there was enough things to happen to make me guarded and not want to get close to people. I didn’t want to risk getting hurt (and going on tumblr makes me realize this is quite a common teenage problem ahhaha).
I digress. What I am saying is that the only stable and consistent thing in my life was my dog, Lia. She is the most wonderful dog in the world and she means so much to me. I can’t count the number of times I’ve cried on her. How could something comfort you so much without having said a word to you? I don’t know, but Lia could.
Well, Lia is 13 years old now and we took her to the vet and the prognosis was not good. It is very hard to see a thing you love so much start to wither away. She gets weaker every day and the day we put her down might not be too far from now. Even if she does get better, it is max 2 more years at best.
I feel selfish for wanting her to be with me forever but that is impossible and the day will come where I have to say goodbye. For any pet lover, that is a day you never want to face but at the same time can’t come soon enough because nothing is worse than seeing a dear friend in pain.