Nyan-Nyan Cantata

This hit me hard. My family dog is getting very old now, and losing his sight and hearing. Most people think he won't last more than another year. I met him when I was 11, and now I am 25. At first he was very wary around me, but after a few months he became one of the few reliable sources of happiness for some of my worst teenage years. I'm afraid of my adulthood, and my dog feels like the last thing left from my childhood. I don't know if I'm ready to let go of him, and sometimes I wish I could just be a child forever with him happily running around my home.
 

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