One of my friends recently got a puppy and she wrote about why which, inspired me to write about why and how I got about getting Mila. My dog. Mila is now 2 in a half years old, but she was only 3 months when I first adopted her.
I had a dog before her, he was named Timmy. I got him as a birthday gift after my Haitian dog died. Anyways, Timmy was very old. It broke my heart. The day he left was the end of my childhood. In 2013, I was living in Santa Barbara going to a community college called Santa Barbara City College. My boyfriend at the time had a dog, but he was going to have to find a home for her as they were going to get kicked out. Dogs were not allowed in their building. I got a letter from my psychiatrist that was going to be for me to have her, but she went to a family friend instead. That is when I realized, I wanted a dog. At the time, I was feeling very depressed being in a city I hated, a school I hated and far from my family and my boyfriend.
I looked into getting a dog since I had the letter. I looked on craigslist and saw an ad for a schnauzer chihuahua. I called the number and told them I wanted to adopt her. She was $40.
A week or so later, I went with Irwin (my ex) and his sister to pick her up. She was so small and so scared. I fell in love with her. Everyone was telling me not to get her, but I am so glad that I did. It taught me a lot about responsibility. She helped me through some horrible times and still does every single day. I am not a party girl and I rather stay home than anything else, but I felt lonely. I could not be with my boyfriend as he was in LA and when I finally did move back to LA, I saw him maybe 2 or 3 times a week so the rest of the time, I felt sad but with her by my side… things were better.
Mila is always there for me. She only shows me love. When I cry, she cuddles with me and licks my tears. I always feel like our feelings are in sync. I love coming home to her. I rather spend time with her then anyone else. I love waking up to her smiling face with that tail wagging like crazy. She is my best friend, my travel companion and my soul mate. She understands me and never judges me. She is amazing and perfect.
She is a huge responsibility. She is my child. I had to potty train her, punish her when she does something bad, love her, feed her and make sure she is healthy. If anything is wrong, I take her to the vet. She is my priority. Seeing how much she has grown makes me a proud mother.
She always knows how to put a big smile on my face, no matter what I am going through. She has been there for my frustration, my cramming for test and essays, my heart breaks and my fears. She is always there to make everything better. We are partners. I love her and I can not imagine my life without her.