I never realised just how sad my old dog’s life used to be until we got her, she was a pitbull mix who belonged to one of my older brothers. He never played with her, trained her or cared much for her; I remember seeing her having to sleep outside and it always made me feel bad for her and she was only able to play with her brother who was my oldest brothers dog but they couldnt always see each other. I only realised now but in the back of my mind I knew she felt lonely and unloved, so all the memories I have as a child of her are the moment I see her I guess this muscled, strong, scary ass dog who didn’t like anyone the biggest cuddle and she loved them.
I visited my brothers house once during a very rainy day and found her locked in the laundry (too wet outside but not allowed inside) so I sat on the floor beside her and gave her some cuddles and pats.
When my brother moved up north he gave her to me, my mother and my twin brother to look after but honestly we knew he wasnt coming back for her; we just claimed her as ours.
I still remember the first day she came to us and headed straight for the back door but we were like “Narly watcha doin come over here” (yes thats the name he chose for her) he showed her the brand new bed with a ton of blankets INSIDE the house, always made sure she had a good supply of smackos, my mum would even cook her a whole pot of food just for her.
When I was dealing with the loss of my 18 year old cat I gave her the extra love and care because I was so heartbroken and I even moved one of her many beds into my room because I felt lonely without her. We would take her for walks which she never could do before cause we couldn’t trust her around other animals but me and mum were like “pfft take her at night duh” she loved it.
The only bad memory I have of her is my youngest memory I can recall she bit my little finger when I tried to pat her newborn puppies but I never hated her for it, of course it scared me but I knew why she did it.
She was at least 15 years old before we said goodbye and the only thing that helped me cope with her loss was thinking about what we gave her and how much happier she really was with us









