My Best Friend

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I’ll never forget the first time I met my best friend, Ricky. It was at a farm in Pennsylvania, four and a half hours from where I live. You might ask, why would I go all the way to Pennsylvania to meet someone? This friend wasn’t just like any other. This was a friend that I wanted to have for a very long time. I could see him every morning when I wake up, and every night before I went to sleep. I wouldn’t have to Facetime him even though we were living in a crisis, because he would live, eat, breathe, and sleep right at my house. We would walk together and cuddle with each other. I’m not sure if you’ve figured out who I’m talking about. I’m talking about my best friend, my little brother, my dog, Ricky.

Having a dog takes a lot of responsibility, and at that time, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. Since I was an only child, everything was just given to me. I always dreamed of a dog, but I never knew my wish would come true. I wanted to be happy with our new family member. I didn’t want to regret my decision. My mom was very scared of dogs, and I still wanted one. It was my lifelong dream after all. It would have felt like a breath of fresh air to get one. I thought she would never agree, and my wish would just remain as one. I thought that the only time my dream would come true was when I lived on my own, and I was ok with that. I had already made up my mind on getting one when I was older, but I never stopped asking. When she finally agreed, I was scared that maybe, just maybe, I had made the wrong choice. Maybe our family would have been better off without a dog.

While it was really exciting to go pick up Ricky, my mind was going through a mental battle during the entire drive. “It’s going to be great. We are going to love our puppy. But what if he doesn’t listen to us? What if Mom can’t handle him? It’s going to be ok. Mom will love him. She already agreed to having him. But what if he doesn’t like us? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I made a mistake? Our family has always been this perfect little triangle. Our family has always been busy. Did we really need another family member? I really want to help our family, not hurt it! It’s going to be ok. He is going to love us, and we are going to love him. It’s all going to be ok!” I finally convinced myself that we were going to be a happy family.

Once we got there, our puppy’s mother came running at us. My heart stopped, and I ran out of breath. It felt as though a wolf was coming to devour me in one bite. I ran away as fast as I could, hoping that I would still be alive. Then I turned around to only realize that I was actually scared of dogs this whole time! I couldn’t believe what I just did. I had always wanted one and now I was running away from it? I felt a rush of embarrassment. If only I could have turned back time, and never have given the suggestion, but that wasn’t possible. I wasn’t sure what the future would bring. How would I react when my puppy came? Would I run away from him? I was confused once more, but then I saw a little, golden ball of fur running towards me with a happy smile. My future puppy. And this time, I didn’t run, I couldn’t run. He was light brown, and very big for an 8 week old. His nose was like leather, and his face was the cutest thing I had seen in my whole life. His eyes were lit up with happiness, and then he came closer and closer. He jumped up on me, and my heart stopped for a second, but only a second. I felt something, something that warmed my heart. It wasn’t happiness or joy. It wasn’t sorrow or anxiety. It was love. Finally, I knew, after all this thinking, that I had made the right decision after all.

When I look back at this, 4 months later, I feel that Ricky was the best thing that has ever happened to me. He’s brought my family closer together, and he has helped me overcome my fear of dogs. I look forward to waking up every morning to see his cute face. He is the joy in my heart, and I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more.