Lucy

I personally do not have a pet, but my family has a pet and I treat her as my own. She is a dog named Lucy. She is a German Shepard and Golden Retriever mix; she is a mut. While I was walking Lucy tonight after I came home from the movie, I was told of some family trouble. Since I promised to walk Lucy, I went to her pen and let her out. She jumped at me, and licked my hand. Even though I try, key word try, to scold her for jumping up, I really do not mean it because it is her greeting. No matter what, since she was a little pup, she could not be broke of the habbit.
While walking, I thought about the times where we would stop in the park and just hang out. She would lick and jump all over me, but when she settled down, she would sit there and looke at me panting, her head cocked to one side, and looking at me as if saying... talk, I have all the time in the world; so I talked. I told her all the secret thoughts on my mind, every hope and disappointment. Every once in a while to remind me she was still listening, she would lick me on the face. At times when I cried, she would let me bury my face in her thick soft fur. When my face was red, and she heard all my secrets, she would look at me...as if saying its okay, things will get better. We would get up and start towards home. As we would walk, Lucy would look up at me and remind me that she would will always be loyal and love me.
After hearing the news about my family, I was worried. But because it was dark, I often reached down to pet her head. And she was there, like always.
The day Lucy dies, I will be heart broken. But all the secrets she knows, will go with her. If our pets will be in heaven, I will look forward to seeing her there.
She is my pet, my friend, and my counselor.

~Until next time