“love is when your puppy licks your face even though you left him alone all day…”
Its been about 4 years now since my Rajah had passed away. I miss him just as much as then.
I remember the summer I got him. He was already full grown, but I treated him like he was just a baby anyway. I gave him all my tlc I could give and without training he listened to my simple commands very well. He didn’t do any tricks but he knew what was good and what was bad from the sound of my voice in short little time. He had lived with the previous owner for years, but in that summer when he was mine for just a few days, I felt like he belonged to me for a long time.
As the years went by the loyalty from that dog stuck with me as he waits for me on the stairs as I come home from school, knows when I’m awake so he jumps on my bed, knows when I leave so the separation anxiety starts to kick in with all the whining, and when it’s time for walks with all the excitement and tail wagging… I miss it all.
I would live it all over again. I’m glad he was my first dog
