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How could she love me?
Some days I’m not sure how she could still love me. She tells me she does and I have no reason not to believe it, but my muzzle has turned so gray and it takes me time to get up to greet her at the door when she comes home from work.
We’ve been together since I was a young pup. The early days of “us” were so much fun. We would go to the dog park and she’d show me off like she was proud of me. I even heard her talking to people on the telephone about me and how much she loved me.
It took a while, but I began to realize those feelings were real. She was proud of me. And she loved me. Sometimes I couldn’t believe it, but it made me feel so warm inside.
I was her constant companion. When she got off work, we would go for our nightly walk — no matter the weather. She didn’t complain once, just put the appropriate “human wear” on so as not to get totally soaking wet if it was raining or freeze if it was snowing or sweat like a crazy person if it was hot.
She always took good care of me, made sure my paws weren’t too cold or hot and that I had enough water.
When we were done with our walk, it was dinner time for both of us. We would eat together and either watch something on TV or listen to music. Sometimes when we were finished, we’d even dance around together.
