For as long as I could remember I had always wanted a dog. I would ask my parent’s everyday if I could have a puppy. Everyday it was the same answer, “No.”. Finally when I was 13, it was Easter, I asked if I could get a puppy…and the answer was “yes”. I was so happy I nearly cried.
I immediately began scouring the newspaper for puppy ads and I found two I was interested in. An add for Rottweiler puppies and an add for black lab mix puppies. I had had Rottweilers before (At my dads…whom I didn’t see very often so I didn’t consider them my dogs) and so I called them first. They didn’t answer so I finally called about the lab mix puppies. Sure enough they were home and I wasn’t about to get picky. I wanted a puppy and my parents were saying yes…I didn’t want them to change their minds.
Driving up to where they lived was torture…but we finally made it. I jumped out of the car and the man put a soft, fluffy, black puppy into my arms. It was a female (I didn’t want a male) and I knew she was coming home with me…I wasn’t going to leave without her.
On the way home we debated on what we would call her. I was thinking Shadow or Princess…as my nickname at the time was Princess…I decided that that was to be her name.
5 years later-
Princess is my best friend. There is no other word for what she has done for her. Even now she lays not 5 feet from me dreaming, whining in her sleep. I say her name quietly, as to not to frighten her and she hushes immediately. I can’t bear her dreaming…I always assume there bad. After I got Princess, or P, as I call her 99% of the time, my life became unbearable. I was going through big changes…and I didn’t do well with change. And P was there through it all. Her chest caught every tear drop, her neck caught every sob…and in return I give her what I can. Love. Princess is my life. I don’t know what I would do without her. Writing this is making me emotional, but people should know of a great dog like her. She is the best dog I will ever have and I’m only 17…and I definitely plan on having more dogs.
One day I thought I lost Princess; it was one of the worst days of my life. She had gone out running, something she did everyday. However when it was 7:00 at night, and she had been gone since like 3:00, I began to get worried. Especially since our other dog had come back hours before. Taking Zarina, our other dog, outside to look for Princess I yelled and yelled and yelled some more. I whistled and called her name to no avail. She didn’t come…she always came.
I walked back home, almost in tears to tell my (grand) parents that she didn’t come. Bundling up warmer (because it was winter) I went back out. After about 20 minutes, freezing, I fell to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. How could God take my best friend, my savior? Princess was my life…didn’t He know that? I yelled and yelled some more, begging him to bring her back to me. Six hours later, finally sleeping I felt her jump on my bed. I didn’t know how she got in and I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around her and didn’t let go till morning. I am convinced Princess is my Guardian Angel, given back to me from God. I am no longer afraid of her dying, because I know she will always come back. She’s my savior