We’ve had my dog since she was a puppy (we got her when I was in the 8th grade), she’s been with my through high school, college, my first part time job, and my first full time job, my first relationship. My family has three dogs but she was always mine. When I stop by my house every week she jumps to greet me and have me pet her and play with her. She used to spend every night sleeping next to me, and I would wander the house looking for her if she wasn’t in my room. She was with me when I lost my grandma a few years ago and through every important thing that’s happened in my life. And I dread the day she’s not here anymore, she’s turning 11 this month and I don’t know what I’ll do when she’s not there to greet me at the front door all the time.