That was more than ten years ago, right after I brought him home... He's a bit gray now, but he's still as wild as ever.
It really touches me when I see how open and trusting he is looking up at me in this picture.
I would like to say that I have never betrayed this trust, but I have. Not in a violent way, not in the horrible way that dogs are still treated these days because they are dogs and people think that's how dogs should be treated.
But still, there were many moments when I was displeased with him. Mostly because he had a mind of his own, because he wanted to do things his way, because he didn't just want to do things because I said so.
For a while, I couldn't realize what a gift that was: someone being his own person and protecting his integrity. The moment I started to really listen to him, to find out what was important to him instead of rigidly believing that because he's a dog, nothing should be as important to him as my personal opinion of what he should or shouldn't do, he became soft.
He's ten years old now, and knowing that I won't have another ten years with him breaks my heart. I'm trying very hard not to grieve over it already. He certainly doesn't think about tomorrow, and that's another thing he can teach me.
And whatever happens, he makes my life so much better, and I hope he would say the same in reverse, because he didn't get to choose this life.
Whattt these two again? (I can’t stop doodling them I love their dynamic so much help-) Again, I think the tiny is going to be smaller, but I can’t draw that small, nor am I an artist sooo… TwT
The tiny’s wings finally healed up after months and is just grateful that the human he’s lived with took care of him for so long. :3 (Or is that it?…)