Gah.... Shouldn't be crying over a dog... But what if you were, like me, told that something you loved was being handed over to another person? ..... Ok, that's a horrible way to word it. I mean, what if you loved something so....strongly, that you can't imagine letting another take it from you? That's how I feel for my dog, Muffin. A tiny tan-and-white chihuahua that me and the use-to-be family use to have for about four....maybe almost five years? My step-mom and dad are no longer together, and me and my dad have kept the dog. Just earlier my step-mom said outright that she was taking Muffin to her home. I know she played with me before with something like this, but...she sounded so serious this time. Trust me, I cried over Muffin. I liked coming home to hear her happy cries and joyful barking, unlike my dad which hates it sometimes. I'd miss her cuddling up with me under my blanket, playing with her... After some minutes my step-mom then told me she won't take her, because she knows I care for Muffin. I thanked fuckin God for that, then dad came and said that they had only been joking around before and hadn't meant to get me upset. You know what the hell I said to my dad? I said, that if he would have allowed Muffin to truly be taken away from this household, he would fully expect me to never talk to him again for years to come.
This is all I got to say. I love my dog to death and if she dies or is taken away, you'll expect me to cry. Hard.
