Seven and the Sock

Written from Sevens point of view, because why note

I am not quite certain how to count yet, but I believe my human and i have now lived together for a week.

Andrew is a really sad person. I can see it in how he talks about things. I know i haven't been alive long, but to see someone so sad so often is a hard thing. I try to do my best, by being me and making sure he knows that I am around. You know, the occasional, pretend I to pee inside, the nudge when i want a snack and the contstant squeek of the toys he has littered around our home. I do see him smile occasionally, usually when he is doing some design on his computer, or when he sees sonething in a window when we go for walks. I hear him say things are fine a lot, mostly to himself, but I have fallen asleep on his chest, I know how his heart beats ---and it doesn't beat to be alive ---it beats just because it has too

Later that night as we were winding down from our days errands and play time, Andrew sat in the corner crying. But the tears were of anger. It was scary seeing him be that way. Huddled tight against the wall, shaking and beating his fist into his chest----I could not understand his words, he somehow was screaming without a sound and it muffled the pain he was trying to let out. Unsure what to do, I went into the area he calls his closet, which was just an area by the bathroom and grabbed one his green socks. He had said it was one of his faveroties, I took it and jumoed on his bed and sat, waiting for him. I then did my loudest bark -- once---twice---there he is. He looked at me a while, oh shit, I did not think about him being upset about his best sock, what should I do? Crap, look cute, look cute ----- he smiled, crawled over to me and said thank you --- then we played tug of war with his sock ---until i ripped it --------- i mean I am a dog and he did pull back.

As we fell asleep, I buried myself into his arms--- listening to his heart beat--- there wasnt a change in what it was say!ing, but give me time, I know I can change that. As he dozed off he hugged me once more and said the one thing I have always wanted to hear ---- I love you Seven.

I love you to Andrew -----now move over i neeed more room.

Thoughts from Andrew ---This was a particualry trying time. I had to recently put my dog of 14 years down. He had survived everything that I had and this apartment was our new start. Having slept on the floor of my friends studio for the past year and boucning around between motel 6 and motel 6 plus eveything before, that pup had gone thorugh hell with me. I thought Id finally be able ot make up for all the promises I made him --- instead w e only had a few weeks together here. I wa also still struggling with my last suicide attempt just months prior. I was an emotional wreck, afraid, and just barely hanging on most of the day ---and more frequently then i like to admit, I would break, ---all lf this anger and want for revenge would flood me, but i was weak, and felt powerless---so I just broke over and over again in the corner of our little studio, just so i could hold myself together. Seven came into my life at a pivotal time and I one hundred percent know that she saved my life --as she settled into her new one, while helping me with mine. She is the greatest dog of all time and that says so much given how I felt about Hyphen ( previous dogs name).