Last One

"Say now you loved me all along
What made you hesitate
to tell me with words what you really feel?
I can see it in your eyes
you mean all of what you say...

But I must confess
you're so much more than I remember
Can't help but entertain
these thoughts, thoughts of us together"

That's it. No more sad stuff. I have a good life. And this is my story.

I start my volunteer work at the SPCA of Sanford tonight. I am so excited to work with and help dogs. Even if it is picking up their poo. It will help when it is Cash's week to be at my parents. I love dogs. I think that they are the greatest thing put on this earth. I just don't understand how someone could hurt such a great creature.

I love Cash. It amazes me how loyal he is to me. All I did was decide that I wanted him, and he shows me gratitude for it everyday. Everytime I hear him I get a smile on my face. When he isn't here and I hear him on the phone I get anxious to see him again. He is my child. I (hopefully I'm not the only one) feels like it is my responsiblitiy to take care of him. He didn't ask to be brought into the world ( a cruel one at that) with first owners who didn't love him. And then to be brought to a shelter where I found him. He is my pride and joy, and he is only a dog! I can't imagine how much I will care for my own flesh and blood child. I just want to educate people on pit bulls. They are not vicious creatures, mine is quite sweet, and most of them are. It is horrible, horrible peole that make them vicious and unfriendly. I just hope that by working at the SPCA I can gain a better knowledge of dogs in general. I want to work with them the rest of my life. I can see no greater pleasure than handling and playing with dogs day in and day out.