After my first dog died, my heart was broken. I thought I was never going to get another dog and felt very empty.
12 years later, I'm married and have kids in school. My wife wanted the kids to have a dog, we got a dog, a puppy.
There was no option. I had to take care of her. You love things that you take care of. It wasn't long before before she loved me deeply and was always with me. My kids called her my shadow.
Going into the second dog, you know that every day matters. I can honestly say I have not wasted a single day with her. There is always time to snuggle with her, I have taken her on almost all of her walks, and learned how to feed her properly (real meat, not that goy slop kibble). She is 11 right now, and in much better shape than my first dog at this time. She acts like a 2 year old dog, she knows how to not get in trouble and wants to play and can still run as fast as she ever could.
We are all going to die. It is inevitable. That does not mean that you should avoid loving deeply because the beings you love will die one day. Know that and love them more because you know it will happen. You have right here and right now, fill it with love. A dog makes it so easy to love.
I will never regret loving a dog, I do regret not having one for 12 years. If you don't feel love every day, that is the real trauma. Your dog just wants you to be happy. When they are gone, there are plenty of dogs in the world who need love, you get to be the hero and entire world to another one, and become a better person for doing so, and you are forced to fill your heart with love to help get over the pain.
That's a good take, well said. If I ever decided to get a dog again, which I might, I will make sure to be able to afford feeding them real food.
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