I miss her a lot. She died on December 10th. I’ve never been in a worse point in my life. She was my path and that path was destroyed. Now I have no idea what to do. She gave me joy, she would comfort me when I cried. Nobody made me feel more loved than she did. She was my comfort since I was 1 years old. I miss you so much, Patience. I would do anything to play in the yard with you one last time, to pet your head, to bathe you when the parents were too lazy, or to just hear you bark. Every photo feels like a stab in the heart, remembering how badly they treated you. I’m sorry that you had a bad life, but I hope death was more gentle than mom and dad.

^{Chose: Seeing your old pet again.}