1. She Is Always Down To Party
I can say absolutely anything to her, and as long as it’s in a HIGH pitched/excited voice, she is sooo down to participate. She never ditches me for other plans and she thinks every day is the best day of her life. She always wants to do what I want to do, which is great, because I always want to do what I want to do. She’s easy going and “chill” in human terms, even though she really just wants attention all the time.
2. She Never Judges
She doesn’t care about my faults and failures. I am her entire world, even on my worst days. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t know my position in life, or my financial status. Even when I tell her all about my problems (because I do), she doesn’t understand them anyway. She simply gives me a few kisses and moves along. If anything, she shows me how to not hold grudges against myself.
3. She Keeps My Secrets
Speaking of telling her all about my problems… She would never tell a soul. She is incapable of ratting me out for skipping a gym session or watching too many episodes, or telling anyone how weird I truly am. I keep her secrets too, like how she wasn’t a service dog all those times I said that she was (mostly at the grocery store.) She doesn’t know it, but I need her service as much as she needs mine.
4. She Soothes My Soul
She keeps me sane, and not just because it’s fact that, “Petting dogs decreases anxiety.” I believe in those statistics. Even on my hardest, most low self-esteemed days, I am not nearly as unhappy as I could be. I may not have a boyfriend, but I have another mammal that gives me constant love and affection. I’m never really alone anymore. Honestly, she may be my first real go at true commitment. Woah.
5. She Loves Me The MOST
Sometimes it freaks me out that I am literally responsible for her survival, and she is only alive because I take care of her. I’m all she will ever have, and so far, I can tell she is totally content with that. I will go through many transitions in the next 10 years but she will be my constant, at least for the next decade and a half (assuming I keep doing everything right.)
In 10 years, I will be 35 years old. Technically, I could marry my husband and even have my first child while my dog is still around. She’s the true OG of my future.