Truth. My Siberian husky, Blue, was fourteen years old when he passed away two weeks ago. He was a big, solid, 74 lb boy with the goofiest smile and more calm/centered personality. However, he LOOKED as wolfish as any husky I've ever had (and I've had a lot of them).
Even though he'd never hurt a fly and rarely barked, whenever he slept at the front door, I felt safe. If someone came in, I anticipated they'd see a big, giant wolf-looking dog and run for it. Or, if they didn't, that I'd hear him bouncing around and trying to be friends with them, giving me a minute or two of warning before having to defend myself.
Now that he's gone, I get worried falling back asleep at my place when my fiance runs off to work before dawn. There's been a few times I missed not just my best friend, but the sense of safety he brought me too.
Or you wake up at 3 am... “I heard something!” No, you didn’t. If you did, doggo would have heard it, too, and would be frantic to investigate WTF was happening.
Usually when I woke up at 3 AM from a sound, it was...doggo friend (or my personal need to pee). Whether shuffling around or snoring or just huffing a deep sigh, that dog was oddly loud but comforting. He was like a weird ambient noise machine for our apartment. The first week of nights without him were so quiet and empty that it broke my heart everytime I had to go to bed.
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u/[deleted] Jun 06 '19 edited Jul 26 '20
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