My Open Diary

I was 5 years old.  I had a messy pony tail, stained floral night gown, and a big goofy smile that screamed joy when I witnessed that little spunky, wide eyed, scruffy dog frolic in my living room for the very first time.   I witnessed authentic patience from my dog when I would constantly dress her up in Build-a-Bear clothes.   I witnessed companionship when we would chase each other around my green canvas of a yard when no one else would play with me.   I witnessed compassion when I would sit in my room crying over my parent's divorce a couple years later.   I witnessed courage when this tiny chihuahua would take initiative and nibble and bark at anyone that she felt may have been a threat.   I witnessed faithfulness when she didn't judge me through my messy phases in my teenage years.  And finally, I witnessed what genuine unconditional love looked like until the very last breath.  circa' 2001 ...