When I was a kid, we moved into a rental house and there was already a dog there. We took care of her and we became best friends.
We got poorer and poorer, and my mom stopped giving the dog so much food, since I was her priority. Even though I would steal food for the dog, it still wasn’t enough. My neighbors noticed that the dog was thin and they would come to feed her sometimes. I was so hungry I, I wanted that food so bad too, but still I always calmly watched as my dog ate.
The dog got cancer and was in immense pain for the last year of her life. She was never taken to the vet, I Didn’t even know what a vet was, back then.
She was in such horrible pain, that she would sometimes not move from a spot, for days...
One day I was home alone playing in the yard, when a stranger came in. I didn’t know what to do when he refused to leave like I asked him to. I didn’t know what he wanted. I grabbed a broom and tried to kick him out and when that didn’t work, I told him I have a mean dog that will bite him... even I thought that I was lying, since I knew my dog was old and sick. But my dog, she stepped up from the place she had been laying in pain for weeks, got up and bit him in the ass!
My dog died a few months after that incident, and I haven’t cried for her loss. I haven’t cried for her, for years after. And then I started crying and I.... I never stopped!
She was my soul dog, and I never had another dog since.