Call me crazy, I do not care. I've always been an animal person, but I've never once been attached to an animal in a way that I could relate to as a friend...except for Pepsi. Pepsi wasn't just a dog to me, but a friend. She was there for me during rough times in which I could just hold her and she would always be so happy and give me kisses and listen (obviously dogs can't actually understand in any way, but sometimes it just seems like they can). She died last night after being attacked by a retarded blind dog.
My dad gave me the news this morning and as I broke down into tears, I realized that my Pepsi won't be waiting for me when I come home thanksgiving. She won't be on my bed when I come back home late at night, with her little stub tail waggling as I walk in the door. I don't care what others may think, but my heart is breaking to think that my little Pepsi won't be home anymore. She was a good friend. I was so looking forward to seeing her....and now I can't. I didn't even get to give her one last hug...that dumb dog, I wish I didn't care so much...
post script: I LOVE REBECCA PRICE!!
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3 comments:
im sorry brother.
toby
I am so sorry that Misha did that. I know this is a long shot, but if this makes you feel at all any better, we are getting rid of the dog.
-Joshua
post script: i love rebecca price too!!!
oops did i say that out loud. haha !!!
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