Everywhere I look on social media people are settling down,
getting married and having babies. Now I understand the settling down and
marriage malarkey but having babies terrifies me.
I am now 24 and when I was younger I had it all planned. By
now I would have been established in my care er, married and if I didn’t already
have a baby I would have been pregnant. I was so ready to be an adult back then,
but now slowing the process in the form of “NO BABIES ALLOWED” has begun. Don’t
get me wrong I like babies, but I’m not ready to devote myself to caring for
someone for a minimum of 18 years.
Of course I am a girl and it is only natural for me to have
the need to nurture and care for something, and that’s where the furry baby
obsession starts.
I have wanted a dog of my own for as long as I can remember.
When I was about 9 my parents gave in and got me a dog. Obviously that lovely
fluff ball full of cuddles chose to love my parents a lot more than me so he
never really was my dog…plus I was a child, I could hardly take care of him by
myself. But the minute University ended I found myself surrounded my Chihuahuas
(at my boyfriends mums house) and I craved one of my own to look after (much
like I imagine a woman craves a baby).
Buster came into my life in a very strange way. We basically
chose another dog over him. Both buster and the other dog we had chose belonged
to my boyfriends mum. It wasn’t until we were talking about which dog loved who
the most that someone pointed out that buster loved me the most. I had never even
noticed. He was the most recent addition to the family and he didn’t really get
along with the other male dog. At the time I was doing a course which meant I
was up early and the first person he would see in the morning. I feel
absolutely awful that I didn’t want him from the start. He is my spirit animal.
He knows I am having an anxious day before I do. He stay extra close to me when
he knows I need comforting, and he is the fluffiest loveliest furry baby I
could ever have hoped for.
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