buddy
After clemmy left I was sad for a while, but then I began to get excited again. A new dog, I was going to get another dog. I think I felt a little guilty about being happy because I missed clemmy, but at the same time I was starting to let go.
I left to get Buddy in February. I was excited, and happy. When the trainer brought him to me the first thing I thought was wow he is huge. I remember calling Christy at work and telling her that I got a horse for a dog. Bonding with buddy took a while. I was slow to accept him, and he was slow to accept me. We had our ups and downs threw training, but we worked well.
A few months after I came home things started to wrong again. My grandmother died, my health was getting bad again, and I went threw about a three month period where I was sick again.
Around august of last year, things started picking up again though. I was feeling great with the occasional migraine, and I was happy. Buddy and I worked like a team. We didn’t have the constant problems that clemmy and I had, and he was always excited to go places.
In September of last year, my life suddenly changed again. A friend from Sweden had come to visit me, and I was happy. My dog was jealous, but I didn’t care. Buddy would have to learn that I had a life besides him. Johan was hear for two weeks, and I was happy. I don’t really know when I realized I was falling in love with him, but it happened. I had promised myself that I’d never let anyone get that close to me, but I had. He didn’t care for me the way I cared for him. I suspected as much, but later found out that that was how it was.
I’m willing to accept that truth, because Johan to me is still probably one of the best friends I have. He taught me something I needed to learn. He taught me how to love again, and I thank him for that.