Every morning when I drive to work, I see an old lady with her Pug dog. The interesting thing is that this Pug is equally as old as the lady in dog years. I almost feel bad for the dog as it limps and groans; probably due to arthritis.
But every morning, there's the dog, struggling to the fire hydrant to do it's duty with the old lady faithfully tending to her companion. I can't help but speculate that as soon as that dog dies, the woman will too. They just seem to have that kind of relationship.
One that bonds two lives together with complete devotion. Where one goes, the other shall follow.
Where did I go wrong? Will my actions forever taint my devotion to another?
The struggles of not knowing who you are and what you want.
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