For the love of a girl....

Hey guys! I'm not having the greatest week, but I still wanted to share something that makes me so happy it brings me to tears.

I guess it's a little insight into my life, and it's a part of me I am happy to share.

I'm sure a lot of you have pets or have had pets in the past, and there is always a bond there. It's like taking care of a child, watching them grow, and then giving them the best viking funeral you possibly can. It's always hard to watch them go, and it never gets easier. They become your family, your babies.

So anyway, once upon a time my ex fiance wanted a dog. I already had a dog, but he wanted one of his own. I would never object to that, after all, I love animals, and Sweet Baby Jesus I love me some puppies.

We ended up getting a little Bull Terrier, and she was a little stubborn turd, but I loved her all the same. She was so misunderstood, and nobody really seemed to like her, including my ex. I thought that was comical, because he spent so much money on her, and didn't even want her. We bonded though, and I blessed her with the name Neely. It means "The Victor", and it was so fitting.

I always used to feel so bad, because she didn't get dealt the right hand in life. She was rejected by her mother, because she was the runt, and her siblings turned on her and attacked her as well. Her front legs were covered in scabs when we brought her home. Matt never loved her, and let her fall the wayside, and her training was never a priority. She was a whole lot to handle, but despite all of these things, she was sweet and she was my girl.

When shit hit the fan in my relationship she was always there for me, and when we made it out on the other side I was so happy she was with me. She reminded me of myself at the time, because we had both been so abused and put down. We didn't know how to act normal, and we were both so neurotic. She never quite made it out of that mentally, but it was fine, because when I did I was happy to love her as she was.

As time went on, I made friends who didn't quite understand her, but they grew to love her anyway. Looking back on it, those moments were so touching, and those friends have no idea the kind of impact they made on me, on her, and on us.

Probably one of the worst days of my life is when she passed away. She was only two years old, and I felt like I had failed her. I carried so much guilt, and heartache. I remember it was on Valentines day, and now it seems so fitting. She had so much love to give, and there was so much love and support given to me on that day. I felt like I knew the true meaning of the Holiday.

So now that I've rambled on about my dog, I'll post the only picture that will be on this blog this week.

I got a tattoo of my girl, of the sweetest girl I've ever known. I cried for ten minutes afterwords, because I was so happy. It is amazing, and by far the best tattoo I've ever gotten. I love it, and I love her. She was the best. Thank you for reading.

Have a great rest of the week.