The Love of a Dog

A dog is supposed to be a man's best friend but in my eyes Gibbs is so much more than that; he's my sane from my own insanity. Lately I've been so stressed out and confused. I've let my emotions get the best of me and take control of my life, but in the midst of everything that was happening Gibbs stood right by my side. No one knew what was going on with me, not my parents, not my brothers, not even my closest friends. Gibbs knew, even if he was just a dog. I wouldn't have to look at him he would just crawl up next to me and lay there with me. He wouldn't move unless I moved. He wouldn't even leave to go eat or go outside unless I went and he followed. He stood by the bathroom door as I showered and when I would come home he would be in my room just waiting for me. As I did my homework he would lay next to my desk, but what got to me the most is when I would break down and cry and he would lay next to me and lick the tears from my face (it probably wasn't sanitary) but he did it every time and wouldn't stop until I stopped crying. He would look at me with those puppy dog eyes as if he was begging me to stop. If he wasn't there I would have probably just cried myself to sleep every time but his presence prevented that. It felt amazing to know that someone or something in this world relied on my happiness to make them self happy. I had an obligation to Gibbs to be happy and stay happy because there's no way he could see me sad. Now he's going through a hard time, he has a bunch of bumps on him that he keeps scratching and now had lead to the bumps bleeding and turning into scabs. He's been on medicine that makes him drowsy that ultimately makes him depressed. It breaks my heart to see him this way but there's no way I'm letting him stay this way. He was there for me when I hit rock bottom now I'll be here for him when he's at his lowest point. There's nothing I won't do for him because I know that he'll do anything for me.