A year and half ago my beloved dog that I grew up with as a kid passed. He was with me since I was 5 years old. He was old and pretty healthy. But his hips just caused him so much pain. And when I left for the summer to find work I knew it was wrong to keep him just to feel pain. So I told my parents that if he was in this much pain the entire time I was gone and I came back to him suffering I would be very upset. All my life death really didn't effect me. I've never really cried for a person that's passed. But last night I had a dream where I finally got to hold him. I finally got to say goodbye. But before I woke up all he said was... it doesnt hurt anymore. And when I woke up I was crying. I havent cried and so long... and now I cant stop. I don't understand why... but it's the closest I'll ever get to an actual goodbye... I miss my beautiful wolf dog. I miss you Noah.
