My dog died. His name was Dol ( it means "rock" in korean).
He was an awesome dog, and one of my best friends.
for 11 years he sat in my lap, never getting any bigger than 7 pounds.
From earlier than 6th grade he was a constant companion.
When I moved to Monroe, I had no new friends, I came home to play with him and his wifey Rose.
from before my balls even dropped, to me signing my agreement with the army he was been a constant companion.
I could always count on him. He loved to just sink into my lap and fall asleep. He growled like a little hemi Engine.
He was everything a man would want in a dog. Beautiful, Courageous, Aggressive, Compassionate.
Just pint sized.
He was my one friend, who never judged me, I could whisper all my problems, all my happiness, all my sorrow, all my rage. into his tummy, he loved it when i blew raspberries on his tummy, and I loved it because I could get things off my chest.
Call it Fuzz therapy.
He laid on my tummy, Licking up my salt tears, and sighing deeply with every utterance I gave to the impossibly difficult life of a teenager.
He sighed as if to say *I know it's tough, but things will get better* I cried all my insecurities, all my problems talking to girls, and getting shot down by girls to him. he just sat on my lap, and gave this quiet emotional support that only a dog can give. he'd lift a paw and drop it onto my lap as if to say "Don't worry, I'll always be here"
He had the spirit of a Wolf, and he would protect the things he loved with total disregard for his own safety, not that he could do much, he weighed 5 pounds, but the thought gladdened my heart.
He used to place himself between me and my dad whenever he'd get physical in a fight, He'd stand his ground with his hackles raised growling at my dad ( which was frankly hilarious, considering that the threat of a 5 pound dog is practically nonexistent)
I cried when my family used to fight.
I cried when I was unable to console myself over the death of my friend.
He was my rock, he was the one thing in the world that always kept me who I am.
I miss him So god damn much. I'm glad he left without too much pain.
But I miss him so much.
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