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When I was in 8th grade, I saved up my money to buy an emotional support dog to help with my depression and anxiety. Although, she helped with much more than that.\u00a0 As the pictures show from above, she is a white Lhasa apso with dark gray and light brown ears, and dark grey fur around her mouth.\u00a0 She had soft thick fur that she preferred not to be brushed, but she put up with it anyways (for the most part). I gave her the name of Bayselle. She had a happy and loving personality, and was the best dog I could’ve asked for. Very recently, she was given away because I could not take care of her while living away from home. I never got to say good bye, so this post is for her and the things I’ll miss most about having her in my life.<\/p>\n
First of all, I’ll miss the way she would follow me around, always providing company for me when I felt lonely. I’ll miss her being there like she was at a lot of times in my life, she was often there for me more than anyone else was. Sometimes, she was the only thing I could count on not to offer disappointment and love me unconditionally. I’ll miss the way she would run to me when I called her name, her furry paws would slide around on the slippery floor and you could hear her panting with excitement as she ran. She would run into furniture and a wall or two, but she would get right back up and continue running with full speed. Sometimes, I would hide from her when I heard her coming to see if she could find me. She would run right past me and stop immediately once she realized I wasn’t where she thought I’d be. She would start sniffing and looking around and try desperately to find me. She usually wouldn’t until I would step out of where I was hiding, then she would get so happy and start jumping all over me.<\/p>\n
I’m going to miss the times when I would be alone in my room feeling sad about life and I could walk down stairs to where she would be sleeping and I would pick her up to bring her back up to my room with me. She would lay beside me the whole night and would make it easier for me to fall asleep. She was always there no matter what I was going through, or even if I wasn’t going through anything, she would still be there anyways. If I was doing anything from cleaning, reading, watching a move, or just listening to music, I could be in the company of my dog and that was always a comfort to me.<\/p>\n
The saying “If you love something, let it go” applies to me very much right now with a lot of things in my life, but especially to her. It’s so difficult to except the fact that I’ll never see her again, but I’m also trying to except the fact that she deserves everything I could’t give her while living away from home. Although it is so painful to live my life without her now, I have to keep telling myself that she is better off with someone that can give her the love and affection I could no longer provide. If you love something, do everything you can to allow it to be happy, even if that means that it’s not happy with you.<\/p>\n
with this being said, goodbye and farewell to the best dog, Bayselle.<\/p>\n
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