Well, I’d like to say that my dog, Teka, and I understood each other. She passed away a few weeks ago, but in the rare moments of the day where I could talk to her, I felt like I was bonding with just another human. I’d just have conversations, even though she clearly didn’t understand a word of what I was saying, I think deep down she understood my feelings really well. I would tell her things I wouldn’t tell to anyone else, and I guess she took those secrets to the grave.
Sorry if that sounded dark, but she was very happy for all of her life, and I think back on those moments as great memories as opposed to a reason to be sad.
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