I love my dogs so much more than most people I know. In particular, I loved Chloe. She was my whole world-my fluff baby, as I used to call her. She was a non-pedigree Japanese Spitz and looked like an Artic Snow Fox.
She had the best temperment and personality of any dog I've ever met:
She never,not once in the 13 and a half years I had her, bit anyone out of spite. Sure, she had a few playful nips as a puppy but other than that, she prefered to give people a thourough licking.
She'd instinctively know if I was feel depressed and everytime I cried, she'd jump into my lap and put her paws on either of my shoulders before licking away my tears.
She was my best friend, my confidante and my greatest partner in crime. She gave me 13 years of loyal devotian, friendship, happy memories and enough shed hair to stuff a mattress.
All she ever asked in return was a nice long belly scratch and the occasional marrow bone treat every once in a while.
I loved her more than I could ever love a human being for she was always there for me through thick and thin, my constant companion and warmer of toes on a cold winter's night when she'd sleep at the end of my bed.
She passed away last December following a liteny of ill health and even now, I still feel utterly devestated by the fact that she's no longer here.
My other dog-a four year old Jack Russell- is slowly endearing herself to me a little at a time but it's not the same. Millie will never be as loyal or kind-hearted as my sweet Chloe and it breaks my heart that I'll never see her furry grin again or have her jump into my arms when I come home.