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Well, there's really nothing much that's too interesting about me. I guess I'll tell you the "interesting" things about me that I tell everyone.
-I'm from Australia. (I lost my accent when I moved to the US, though. And I don't use the word "mate"!)
-I'm two years younger than the rest of the kids in my grade. (It makes me feel smart, which I like to think I am.)
-I have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do (So watch out Umbridge-lovers!)
-I love school and my friends. (I love school because it's interesting, and I do well in it. I love my friends because, well, they're what makes school and hanging out awesome. And yes, feel free to call me a nerd because I call myself one and I am proud of it!)
So yeah, that's basically what I tell people when I want to sound like someone who's not totally boring. Hopefully, my stories are more interesting than my life.
IMPORTANT NOTE TO MY READERS: Thank you so much for reading Love You Forever; I've been envisioning it forever, and I really hope that you like it. Even more thanks to my reviewers! It means so much to me that you took the time to actually give me your input and let me know that you liked the story. Seriously, I love the reviews, so keep 'em coming ;). On a more important note, because finals week is drawing precariously near, I will not be posting on this site probably until the beginning of June, so please, don't give up on this story because I haven't updated it in a while. I will begin updating again as soon as I can, but that probably won't be for another month or so. But, I do have a new chapter in the works, and maybe, just maybe, if I get some incentive to update *cough*reviews*cough, I will. I'll try not to beg for reviews, but I really want some more so I can know what I can do to make this story shine. Also, everyone's favorite ginger will be coming up really soon! Or at least when I update next.
NEW IMPORTANT NOTE TO MY READERS: I'm seriously loving all of the favoriting and story alerting that you guys have been doing for Love You Forever and Finally, but guys please review. You have no idea how much of an impact that makes on me. I understand that if you're just story alerting, then you might not LOVE this story, but like it enough to want to see more. But, to those who favorited, that means that you actually LIKE this story. You like it enough to list it on your profile, so could you please take the time to leave a review. They seriously make my day. Even a smiley face for a review would be awesome, and constructive criticism never killed anyone. So please! Review. I don't want to sound whiny because I'm not whining; I just would like some more feedback to help me get this story going.
Yes, I know I should have deleted the IMPORTANT NOTES when they were no longer useful/informative. But, hey! I think they still have some value. Plus, I can't bring myself to delete them... I actually put work into how I would compose these IMPORTANT NOTES so that you guys would get the most from them. (If you read them anyway).
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- But then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty?
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