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That Dog

Or How I Realized the Love of My Life Wasn't Human

By Ashley BeighleyPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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🐶 Yeah, that dog. 🐶

I, historically, fall in love with everyone I ever meet.

And no, that isn't a good long term plan.

It's a little unsustainable.

And unrealistic.

And dangerously, deliriously, deluded.

But I just can't help but to be blinded by the bare bones, brutal beauty that I see inside each & every person on Earth.

Sure, often I fail to notice the completely sociopathic, narcissistic, ego-driven meglomaniac that shares the body/mind/soul of said person, but...

Did'ja see how sweet he looked, comforting my dog, after he stepped on him!?!?

Oh. Yeah. I guess it WAS a little odd he shoved it aside, while it was jumping up on his leg, desperately trying to display its heartfelt appreciation, and loyal dedication, simply because it was interfering with the platitudes and praise of the mightily impressed masses.

Well. I mean. His adoring public awaited, right?

Right.

Just like I waited for him to understand that I was his, to realize how much I would do, to make him happy, to make sure he was secure, to make sure he knew, every day, without doubt, that

HE. WAS. LOVED.

And when I saw him, cold, calculating, evaluating every eye on him for adoration, admiration, adulation and appreciation; and then I saw my dog, hurt, confused, sad, wondering what he did wrong, why he wasn't wanted...

I picked up my dog and I left.

I've already forgotten his name.

It's left behind, with all of my old feelings for him. I don't have any new feelings about him. Why would I?

I'm using all of them on that dog.

That dog, that is so in tune to my movement, I have lost track of him, while walking, because he's following me so closely.

That dog, that, when I gave him up for 6 months, because I was homeless, and knew he deserved better, didn't even hesitate, when I came to get him, but jumped for joy, and wiggled and whined, and licked, and didn't let me out of his sight, from then on.

That dog, that has never once given me anything else but pure love.

And I regret, and try to atone to him for every time I tried to find the love he already had for me, in someone that couldn't care less.

So I truly try to tell him and show him, what he's constantly telling and showing me.

You. Are. Loved. By. Me.

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