My best friend

When I was about 15 I went through my first breakup. I have to admit I was devastated I thought my world was ending and that there was no other guy out there for me. I cried so much for that guys and now that I think of it I laugh because I’m way better now and I don’t picture myself with that person anymore. Man was I wrong that I needed that person, but in the moment I didn’t think that I was still too young to fully understand that there’s more to life and that one rough patch isn’t going to hurt forever. My mom knew I had been insisting to adopt a dog, and when she realized I had hit rock bottom over some silly boy she quickly acted upon it and adopted a pup for me. There was a day that I was home alone, just laying down listening to music which quite frankly didn’t help me at all but there I was. Suddenly my phone rings so I slowly reach across my bed for it. It was my mom on the phone telling me to rush to the living room because she needed me to find something she had dropped. She didn’t specify what so I was so confused but there I go, in search for an unknown item. Little did I know it wasn’t an item. When I reached my hand under the couch I felt a soft little ball which at first freaked me out. The I reached again and this time I pulled on it. When I brought it out it was a tiny little pup which just looked like a fur ball! I was so excited about the puppy that I held on to it and called my mom back. She was hiding in her room waiting to hear my reaction. I’ve had my dog for 3 years now and let me tell you she’s my best friend. I take her with me when I go for runs or hikes. Literally can’t picture life without her.