This is an open love letter to dogs.
Ever since I can remember, there have been dogs in my house. My father would always adopt dogs if he came across one.
I have the sweetest memories of playing and taking care and loving dogs as a child and actually all my life.
The more time you spend with them, the more you discover their complexity. You realize they seem to have moods and feelings, just like us; sometimes they are tired, sometimes they are playful, they seem to have missed you every time you come back to them, they get anxious when they see you eat something and they also want a bite.
I know it's pointless to love them as if they were human, I'm against that. I think that dogs should be loved and respected as the species they are, and never put under the stress of not understanding what role they play in their household. Then again, as you can see in the picture, I sometimes allow some humanization when it comes to my dog.
She is the only dog I can remember grew so attached to me. When I'm home, she spends all her time with me. She follows me, listens to me when I speak to her, is very sensitive to my moods and seems to understand commands that were never actively taught to her.
As I'm sure all dog owners will know, the hardest part about having them is letting them go. I remember my first experiences with death were when my pets died. It broke my heart every time.
It's just so cruel to think that their lives are so brief and that they devote so much of their time to you. It's scary and sad to even think of them dying.
I remember as a kid, after my third or fourth dog passed, I told myself that I would never grow attached to a dog again because it would hurt so much to see them die.
But then I met other dogs. I discovered they had personalities and feelings, that they adapt so much to you, and how much they can love you that I had to make my peace with the potential heartbreak of loving your dogs.