dang,linda

2009-11-10

I miss her so much. I can’t wait until I get her back for a couple of days.

Giving off to her was the best thing, yet the worst. It killed me when she was holding on to me tightly. Even though she’s 2 miles and 6 minutes away from me, it’s unbearable. It killed me when I walked back inside my house, knowing Butters isn’t running downstairs to greet me with her overwhelming joy. My room and my bed feels colder and emptier. I’m going to miss waking up every morning to her licking me in the ear to wake up, I’m going to miss her trying to bite me every time I try to get ready, I’m going to miss the holes that she makes on my clothes, I’m going to miss the yelling of my mom say Butters’ name. I’m going to miss her growling at me every time I don’t give her any attention or when she’s hungry. I’m going to miss being in a hurry and worrying even more that she won’t have enough food to eat while I’m gone rather than being late to work. I’m going to miss her mischievous, her jumping as high as she can to get what she wants, ripping every piece of tissues to paper to plastic bottles. I’m going to miss her pooping at the wrong spot and almost stepping on it. I’m going to miss her attack position and her playfulness. I’m going to miss those nights where she cuddles with me and I keep her warm. I’m going to the times where she would try to be around my arms, and I would fall back to sleep with her. I’m going to miss how she wakes up when I wake up. Everything about her, makes her me. I want to keep in mind, she’s in a better position, where she’ll be trained and loved as much as she deserves to be. But no matter what, her home is will always be with me.

2009-11-08