Today marks 13 long years since my heart and my protector crossed the rainbow bridge

Today marks 13 long years since my heart and my protector crossed the rainbow bridge. When Spook was a puppy, I was in a physically and mentally abusive relationship. From black eyes to fractured ribs and verbal beatings that would break the strongest person down, I experienced some horrific things. As a young girl just learning her way in the world, I stayed. During that time, my boyfriend's dog had puppies. I chose Spook from the litter the day he was born. He was my rock. He loved me when I didn't feel loved. He kissed my tears away when I cried. He comforted me when I was scared. And as he grew older and bigger, he protected me with his whole heart and soul. All 190lbs of him. I finally escaped that relationship when Spook was about a year old.

It didn't matter that I was safe. That he was safe. Spook fiercely protected me, and I have no doubt that he would have given his life for me. With him, I felt safe and loved in a time when I needed it most.

He was aggressive, and other people had to be very careful around him. I could do whatever I wanted to him, though. But when people would ask me why I wouldn't give him away or put him down, they didn't know the story.

They didn't know that it was me who caused his aggression. I let him stay in a violent household. Instead of protecting him as a puppy, he protected me. There was no way in hell I was going to turn my back on him. I didn't either, but I did promise him that I would love dogs with my whole heart for the rest of my life and I would train and protect my future dogs so that they wouldn't have to live in isolation and could experience all the joys of life. And that is what I have done to this day. I am carrying on his legacy.

To my heart dog: I miss you so much and I love you fat head ♥️