Spreco di spazio

When I was 17 I walked around PCAS looking for a dog to adopt. We went there for about 3 days. The last day we were originally going to pick up a bulldog who was already getting adopted upon arrival. As I walked to the back I came across a dog just sitting there. Not barking. Not moving. Just staring. He looked so sad and hopeless. When we asked to see him in the back room he was so full of life. Out of that cage was a different dog. Only a short moment and I knew that’s who I wanted. My ex at the time insisted we walk around and keep looking. I couldn’t keep my mind off that dog. I was persistent. I kept saying “I want that one” and “I’m bringing him home”. My aunt drove up there to help me adopt him cause I was not 18 yet. Something about him touched my soul. I couldn’t tell you what it was but I just truly wanted him to come home. Ten years have passed since that day. Ten years and that dog got to meet two of my children. He got to experience a whole life with me. We couch hopped. We were homeless. And today we own our own home. He had his own space. And he got some siblings along the way. I don’t know where it all went wrong. I wish I did. I save animals all the time but I guess this wasn’t the time. I rushed him to the ER vet just to be told he was dying. This is something I did not want to accept. It was the hardest thing to accept. A few hours passed and he died next to me. I gave him his kisses and I told him how much I loved him and how sorry I was. I wish I did better. I know it’s not my fault but it sure feels like it. I feel like a piece of my heart left with you. I hope you are here with me and I hope you know how much I love you.