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Being a Border Collie Rottweiler mix
and the runt, I was the only one of my family that no one wanted; so Roger kept
me for his own dog. Together we tamed the wild, but every year it seemed that
we can do less and less. We both were getting old and weak but we showed
devotion to each other none the less.
This past winter was hard on us.
Roger and I have never been separated more than a few hours, but this winter he
left me for a whole week and some stranger took care of me. I took care of the
place for him while he was away and when he came home all he would do was
sleep. I loved him so much that I knew it was my turn to take care of him like
he took care of me when I was a baby. I made sure he had everything he needed,
clothes, slippers, his newspaper. I even made sure the horses were ok and that they were still
where they needed to be. I didn’t worry about the cows since they were in the
mountains.
Finally in the spring Roger was well
enough to make the trek up the mountains to get the cows. We made all the
preparations and away we went. The way up wasn’t bad but once we rounded up all
the cows and were headed home the entirety of the situation went downhill. It
seemed like all the cows were being stubborn and none of them would come home
with us.
Poor Roger had to chase after those
darn cows all the way down the mountain, but all the hard work paid off.
Finally every cow was down and we could rest until we had to brand the new
calves. As Roger was putting his horse with the rest of the horses he
collapsed. One minute I could see him walking his horse the next he was gone,
disappeared. I ran as fast as I could to go find where he had gone and to help
him.
I made it to him in seconds and I
quickly herded his horse over to the others so he wouldn’t get stepped on. I
then tried to wake him, I licked him and prodded him with my nose I even barked
at him but nothing worked. I knew I had to get help. I ran and ran until I
thought I would die. I knew there was another house about ten miles down the
road and I hoped and prayed someone was home.
When I finally made it to the house
I barked and scratched the door to no end until someone opened it and I tugged
and pulled them hoping they would understand that I wanted them to follow me.
Thankfully they understood and they jumped in their car and I led them to my
house where they found Roger.
Roger was taken from me again, but
this time I didn’t know if he was coming back. What happened to him, why did he
fall, and why wouldn’t he get up. Through the weeks that followed, that was all
I could think about. I couldn't sleep because I would dream of the day he left
me and all I wanted more than anything was to see him again.
I was sick with worry and I couldn’t
bear not knowing what happened to Roger. After what seemed like years I was
taken from my home to a new strange place, one I had never been to before. I
didn’t understand why I was here and I continued to try and go home, but I was
continually caught and brought back. What if Roger returned when I was gone, I
couldn’t leave him alone. Who would take care of him? I refused to eat, I
wanted to see Roger. I had to see him; I had to know what happened. After being
at this new place a week I gave up hope. I knew Roger must have abandoned me,
left me because he could no longer watch after me.
That night I dreamed I wasn’t in the
strange new place anymore. I was back at home and Roger was there, but it
wasn’t Roger like I remembered him the day he left. This Roger was much younger
and stronger. This was the Roger I knew when I was little. I was so excited to
see him I thought my heart might burst. We played all night long and when I
knew morning would be there soon I was sad but I knew Roger was ok.
Even though I knew my dream should
have ended it never seemed to. I slept under the stars with Roger. Weeks past
and I never woke up from my dream. My only conclusion, my heart really did
burst when I saw Roger and we were in heaven, together.
~Olivia Hardy
When one looks back at life and how they came to be where they are now many feelings often arise, guilt, regret, pain, disappointment, fear, joy, happy memories, excitement, love, support, peace, etc. I can honestly say that when I look at where I have been I don't regret any decisions I have made. I can see other painful moments but I still don't regret where I have been and the moments I have experiences because they have molded me into who I am today and even on the bad days when I feel like I have lived up to nothing I still feel like I have turned out to be OK and I'm happy with who I am.
Happy
apparently can be debatable. A New Year, indeed, but who is to say it is happy.
For some people the New Year brings a kiss at the stroke of 12, for others a
moment of reflections and resolutions, while others find the New Year to be
just another day, or a time to worry and stew. A broken curfew or driving home
drunk can cause the New Year to start off as a bad year. However starting off
the New Year happy is simply the perspective someone looks at it with. Getting
a ticket can be seen as bad but if it helps the person receiving the ticket to
not drive drunk any more than it was good. The same analogy can be used with
the broken curfew. Sometimes, though, does it really start out bad? A bank
robbed, a woman rapped, a family killed. All seem depressing, disheartening,
and discouraging, but again it’s how you perceive it. Maybe the robber needed
the money more than we did. Maybe the baby that was conceived from the woman
being rapped was the answer to a couples prayers who couldn’t have a baby of
their own. Perhaps the family was ready to meet their maker and to be in a
better more peaceful place. Life can be a hard trial but it doesn’t have to be.
It’s all in how you perceive it. 
Fuming past frustration, patience running low, your emotions
tested beyond their abilities. Those are the times you might wonder why it
seems like all the problems of the world are pushed upon you. You want to know
why nothing seems to go right. All feelings of hope have evaded you. You are
left to deal with everything alone. Sometimes you doubt it’s worth it. You want
to give up. On those occasions, stop and know that it all will get better. One
day you will live because you want to. You will want to wake up because you
know it’s going to be a day full of beauty and peace. I can’t promise you when
things will start looking up for you but I will promise that they will. One day
you will be triumphant. You will face the future with high hopes and courage.
You will come off conqueror . You will be a hero to many. So even though you
want to give up, and it would be easy to give up, keep fighting. It will be
worth it in the end. 
A job unnoticed
Humility,
forgiveness, trust, those are the ingredients for love. The kind of love you
read about in fairy tales. The kind of love that can last forever. Commitment,
dedication, loyalty, those are the ingredients that make it last forever. Everyone
has a past no one does the right thing one hundred percent of the time. When
the truth comes out are we really willing to accept anything? Are there limits?
Without that trust then this so called love is not true. Love is not a kiss.
Love is not a kind touch. Love is something more than that. Love is an ignition
of the heart. Love is dedication and commitment. Love is being willing to look
past the faults and see the angel in someone. 