OK, maybe not literally but 8 years ago this month, he entered my world and being his preferred human is by far the best thing I have ever achieved or done in my life.
I rescued him (from a near death experience), and at the same time (and without realising it) he did the same for me.
At the time I was feeling sad, lonely and depressed. I was feeling isolated and going through one of the worst breakups I have ever had the pleasure of going through. This little guy gave me purpose, got me out of bed each morning, loved me when I didn’t love myself. Licked tears from my face and made me feel like a human again.
I am not his master. I am his chosen human.
He has just turned 10 and I know that one day in the next few short years, we will have to bid each other farewell, and I may need to make one of the worst and most difficult decisions that any pet owner faces. But all I can hope is that he doesn’t suffer, when the time is right, it is right. But when you adopt a new family member with 4 legs, this decision is one of the responsibilities that the chosen human has to face.
He is Pluto…. otherwise known as Fluto, Poops, Poopie, Stinkbomb, Stinky and sometimes just plain Darling…..
Look away now….PDA alert!
