My dog

My dogs name is Suki. She is a shih tzu, however, this does not describe her well enough. No, she’s more than just a dog: she’s comfort, she’s warmth, she’s sassy and hungry and only wants love when she misses me very much. She represents all the love that I wish to give a being but has nowhere to go. She’s loyal except when somebody has a piece of chicken, and shows me she loves me through playfully teasing me with her toy and then growling when I try to engage. She shows me what love looks like, genuine, real love. Not DMs on bumble of random men calling me beautiful and then proceeding to say the same thing to 20 other girls, no, she shows love through action and even though she doesn’t freely give out snuggles I just know she would miss me if I were to disappear, and most likely never forget about me. You can’t say that about just anybody. Additionally, I love her. Even when she’s growling and running away from her snuggles, she’s always my world and will always come before any partner I’ll ever have. Because I KNOW I’ll be with her for the rest of her life, up until the day she draws her last breath. A man? Maybe? Most likely not.