I�¢ï¿½ï¿½ve met her when her mother couldn�¢ï¿½ï¿½t take care of her. She was of 6 months of age and I could tell she understood everything going around her even though she did not speak my language. She cried every night and every day for her mother for two whole months until she finally understood that we would be her family from then on. We taught her, her name and she always responded until one day she got fed up and ignored us. Which may I add, my family and I thought was very humorous and charming in a creature like her. She and I knew we would never see her mother again and she understood that. Her mother has passed away now but I still wonder if images of her mother, from time to time would appear in that quiet mind of hers. I loved her from the moment I met her. We played and taught each other a thing called love that I myself don�¢ï¿½ï¿½t even understand until now. I could tell her my deepest and darkest emotions and secrets and she would not dare to tell a soul. She would stay by my side even through the toughest of times and never judge me. Gosh, I love her. Even if we were separated by a wall she would be there eager on the other side whispering to me to ask if I was alright. She is my best friend. I can never repay god for gifting me such a wonderful friend. Someone who is loyal and loves me unconditionally. She protected me in times of need when I was threatened. Even with my very own eyes I saw her throw herself across the busy road to attack those who dared to harm me. But what do I give her in return? Nothing. I�¢ï¿½ï¿½m a selfish person. When given such a wonderful gift I dismiss it and think nothing more than the next boy I may meet at the next party. I�¢ï¿½ï¿½ve practically known her for so many years that I ignore her sometimes or even get frustrated with her. She gets hurt but she never gets angry at me as if she understands and always forgives me. But, today she gave me an expression. Not just any expression, an expression that told me that her time is near. I love her, what would I do without her? I want her to grow old with me... But, how do I do that when I�¢ï¿½ï¿½m growing old with her? She knows me like no one else does and I thank her for the time she has spent with me when I was in tears... I love her as a best friend, even a human being. But, as I approach graduation, we will soon be separated. I will be 18 and she will be 60. I heard that dogs don�¢ï¿½ï¿½t live as long as we do and they age rapidly. I could see it already in her eyes when she looks at me. Tired and old... She will always be my best friend and will always be there for me for as long as I live. My best friend Jodie, my loving pet... You are MY best friend even though I am not a man.
