Trigger warning: self-harm; harm to animals.
She was two months old when I got her. And just four months when he took her.
Soft, long, golden fur. A tongue that was always hanging out and dripping with saliva. She loved to lick my face. She loved to cuddle up to me at night. And I loved all that about her.
I got her because I was lonely and lost in a way that no human companion wants to fix. But from the day I picked her up I didn’t feel alone anymore. I have two dogs now, one sweeter than the other, but I still thank Bessie for saving me.
I lost her the fourth of April. We were out of the city so that she could run without leash and Bessie loved running after the frisbee and I took the chance to practice a few commands with her.
Bessie rolled down onto the floor with her belly up and what seemed like a grin on her face.
That belly rub was the last time that I ever touched her. Continue reading