I got my dog when I was just 19 years old and a single mother of 1.

I got my dog when I was just 19 years old and a single mother of 1.

I kept my dog.

I kept my dog even though I moved into an apartment and had to pay a $500 pet fee.

I kept my dog when my boyfriend and I broke up and he kept the apartment even though my new place didn’t allow dogs.

I kept my dog when I ultimately had to move back in with my parents and she also was not allowed there.

I kept my dog when I had my second child. I kept my dog when his father put all of us through hell and none of us had anywhere to go.

I kept my dog when I had a penny to my name and we all ate nothing but buttered noodles for dinner.

Ten years later I STILL have my dog because she is the very start of the huge family that we now have.

Even though she’s getting slow, eating less and turning grey I STILL HAVE MY DOG. I’m tired of hearing and reading about posts that say “getting rid of them because they don’t like my new puppy” or “I want a new dog”.