Heartbreaks are not only caused by lovers or girlfriends or boyfriends. They are caused by anything that means a lot to you. And as much as most people would like to say otherwise... Puppy love does exist.
I was 9 when I had my first heartbreak (that's not as unbeliveable as it sounds). I saw the cutest puppy, I repeat PUPPY and I begged my mom to let me take it home and save it from the wrath of all the Cokes and Popcorn (we saw her when we got out of a cinema hall). Eventually she did say yes and we got her home. She one of the cutest things I had ever seen. She was black and had white stockings in the front paws and white shoes on the back paws. She had a white patch shaped like a shooting star on the back of her neck. I thought that made a little more than lucky. She was playful, smart, adorable and pretty much what everyone looks for in a dog. As she was black my 9 year old mind decided to name her Shadow (and not to be racist either). My mom was not a fan of hers, as were most people because she was a stray and probably had some disease that she was dying to give to us, though the doctor said she was perfectly healthy. But obviously as 'elders' are "look at her, her coat doesn't shine, she is going to grow up to be very ugly and big, you won't be able to look after her, blah blah blah."
STUPID MOTHERFUCKING ADULTS... I STILL FUCKING HATE YOU ALL AND I STILL HOPE THAT ALL THE EVIL FUCKING THINGS YOU HAVE DONE COME AND BITE YOU ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASSES.
I was a child. Nobody should have played with my feelings. Imagine a 9 year old gullible child being told by a bunch of people who she looks up to, that her dog was probably best left back where she came from. I have never cried or protested so much in my entire life. Infact... I still cry and I do not think it shows weakness, it shows mourning and loss and also a bit of suffering.
So one day we kept her with the strays outside our compound; she was friendly with them, as MOST FUCKING good dogs were. But later on in the evening, there was a slight scratching and whining outside our door. It was her. She found her way through the guards and made her way to the 3rd floor. A dog that had barely stayed for a while at her house made her way. I thought maybe this will make them change their mind. But obviously, I was 9, you never know better when you are 9. So they pestered me enough and finally I broke and I bid my last good bye to her, telling her to be good and to miss me because I was gonna miss her. I remember crying on her and she licking my nose to tell me it would be all okay. BUT WHAT IS ALL OKAY???!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL OKAY!!!?
Well, obviously the next few days I was miserable so mom decided it was maybe time to go and find her. And obviously we didn't find her where we left her. She was gone and no one (the watchmen around the cinema hall) knew where she was.
Everyone (my friends in my building) was sad because everyone loved her; and how could you blame them. She was playful (she loved chewing on things and running around with them), smart (she learned to 'sit' when she was 3 months old), adorable (I'll show you the proof) and still had all the qualities a person would look for in a dog.
There's pretty much one thing that I have learned from this. Trusting your parents, might be easy, but I don't think I want to be trusting them much. Oh and also... Why my child will be better than me??? Because I have actually learnt from my parents mistakes. I don't think mine ever did.
P.S- Sorry about the picture quality... They a pictures of pictures as my scanner doesn't work.
