My Best Friend

by Tracee
(St. Paul)

Since I was a little girl I had always wanted a dog, but we lived in a small house in town and my parents thought it unfair to keep a big dog fenced in.

In 1999 we moved onto a farm, 100 acres, and I was taken to pick out a dog. There was a ton of puppies and I wanted a boy. He came to me first. I named him Luke, and instantly I loved him so much.

As we both grew our relationship strengthened greatly. It is the most amazing thing to love a dog isn't it? It makes our relationship with humans seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal. He could make me laugh, and make me smile like no human. He was my protector on late night runs, he was my furry kleenex through heartbreaks, and he was my little spoon in bed. When I moved to the city to go to school he was who I missed the most, and as I drove into the driveway each weekend and saw him bounding towards me smiling, I smiled, and wished I could stay home all the time just to see him every day.

He was taken after ten short years, and my world fell apart. I hope he is doing well, I hope he is protecting someone, I hope he has someone to cuddle with, I hope he is still a dog because he made a damn good one.

Me, I will never forget him, my first love in this world.