Did I ever tell you about the most magical moment of my life?
A few years ago, my dog died. She was my first dog, ever since I was a little kid, and needless to say I loved her more than words can express. I had a hard time getting over her death, I felt as though I had been cheated off a few more years with her because of some stupid disease.
That same year, I took a trip to my dad’s hometown, one of my favourite places in the world. My boyfiend and I were in the car passing the gates of the neighborhood when I saw it.
It was my dog, only it couldn’t be. I told my boyfriend to stop the car immediately and we both stared quietly at this dog, standing on the sidewalk, completely alone. I had half my body out the window as I beckoned it over, and after a few calls, it started walking towards me. I was in awe, because it walked exactly the same as my dog, and the closer it got the more emotional I got because I had never seen any other golden retriever that looked more like mine. And I know dogs of the same breed sometimes look so alike that it’s hard to tell them apart, but when you’ve spent your whole life with the same dog liing your face every day, you definitely recognize it’s features. When the dog was within petting distance I started crying because this was my dog and even though it was impossible and it probably belonged to one of the families in the neighborhood and its crooked teeth and spotted nose were just a coincidence, I just knew it was her.
I felt the same way I used to feel with her, and I petted it for a few minutes and told it how much I missed and loved her and then it was time for it to go, The dog calmly walked away and I didn’t call it back because I knew my dog had stopped by to say one last goodbye and I was so greatful and overwhelmed that I just accepted it.
I don’t believe in much, but I do believe that dogs are magical.
I come from an abusive home, my grandma and my alcoholic mother used to beat me to pulp every day just because I’m male, their root cause of their problems inside their sick mind. My dad was always away but one day he gave me a rescued dog who immediately adopted me as a son, she protected me of abuse and the beatings, gave unconditional love and supoort. it was an small dog, her name was “Nena” and she do what she could due to her size to defend me. One day I left for the ARMY “Nena” has long gone but gave the strength and the will to be a better person and have a future. I’ll always miss my real and true mother. An stray dog named “Nena”....
