Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sheva
The nice summer days make me think of the times when I was a little kid playing in the front yard or swimming in the backyard. When I look in the back yard, I can't help but think of Sheva. I miss her. She was the kind of dog that would kill anything if it was any kind of threat to me, but would be gentle and lick the tears away from my face and replace it with a smile. She was my friend that would split twenty apricots with me at one sitting, inhaling her portion in one gulp. She was my friend who I could confide in without receiving anything responsive other than love and kisses. Even if she was a mutt who was claimed to be a purebred rottweiler when my brother purchased her, there has been no other pet that has been so loyal and protective of my family like she has...
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dogs. What would we do without them? Their sensitivity, compassion, and loyalty makes every minute of each day worth living. When I was a little girl in Iran, I owned a dog that I held dearly to the heart. I had to leave her behind after migrating to the United States. Leaving her was the worst mistake in my life.
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