i'm happy right now. of course i am. but... i'm scared. my mom wants to put peabody to sleep when school starts again.
i can't take it lightly. he's my dog. even though he was scott's first, he's always been mine. i've grown up with him. i remember getting him, but i can't remember not having him. he's always been here. during my pre-teen dramatics, i used him instead of a stuffed animal. i wiped my tears with his ears. shut up, it rhymes, but it's more than that. he's... i don't know how to describe it. i try to imagine looking around the house for him and never finding him. and it scares me. i mean, peabody's probably the most constant thing in my life. people's emotions change. dog's don't. even when he's scared or timid or annoyed, he'll still sit still and let me pet him, or brush him, or just pick out his fur. heh, strange, i know, but spring/summer is my favorite time with him, because i can sit and just pick off those clumps of thick fur he's losing.
i just can't imagine not having him. it's impossible. i know it'll happen someday, but for almost 12 years now he's been here. sleeping in the den, hiding upstairs from the vacuum, barking outside the front door after running around for an hour, going nuts with a towel on his head. what am i going to do when i get home from school, without him to play with and chase around the house? sure i usually only focus on him maybe 10 minutes a day, but he's always in the background. without that... life's just not going to be the same. i don't want to let him go.