Man I Miss My Dog

It’s been exactly three months since my dog, TJ, went missing. It honestly hurts more than I anticipated, it truly feels like a piece of my life is gone. Pets become part of your family and the loss can feel just as deeply as losing a loved one. TJ was a gift, adopted just like me, loved unconditionally and honestly the best dog in the world. TJ represented more than a pet to me. He was a sign of me growing and maturing, committing to the care of another living being. TJ was our baby, a comfort in the face of loss. TJ was accepted by all, even those who say they aren’t “dog people”. TJ was quiet, yet lively. I often bragged about how he never barked, was fully trained, and was a good dog. I miss the person TJ made me, more responsible, more nurturing, motherly. To me, TJ was my practice baby and I was getting the hang of being selfless and taking care of someone. My second chance at this; my first pet experience ended with me basically abandoning the dog after a really frustrating break. This is likely karma. I feel guilty that I couldn’t protect him or find him. I miss him exponentially more than I can bear sometimes…

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