My Guardian Angel

  Ever since I was a little girl, I have been obsessed with animals of all sorts. Over time, I have grown out of being that obsessed little girl, but time cannot erase the memories that continue to linger in one's mind. By the age of five, I had my very first dog (I have had many before, but not of my own), she was a young blue heeler, known by the name of Angel. She was the most gentle, loving, and comforting dog I have ever encountered. My father on the other hand, thought otherwise, not because she was a bad dog, but because he did not have the best encounters with her. Angel tended to like girls, more so than boys.

   I remember vividly the first time Angel had puppies. Our house is built with a carport, that is also connected as a porch. In the car section, at that time, we had a desk and chair put out due to my family moving things around, getting situated into our new house. Angel felt security under that desk, giving life to many puppies, eight to be exact. My family felt sorry for our little Angel, because of the cold, hard concrete she was laying on in such a confined space. Therefore, my dad purchased some hay to lay down for her to lie on, so she and the puppies could stay warm and comfy. Angel, did not appreciate the company of my father around her newborns, and let out a low, suppressed growl.
 
  I leaned toward her, asking what was wrong when my father said that I needed to stay away from her, and that she might bite me. Being young, and knowing the personality of my dog so well, I leaned in, petting Angel, then moved in closer to pet her puppies. Angel did not growl, she did not tense up in the slightest bit, and she remained calm. In fact, she licked me, as if welcoming me to help her and her new little family. A few moments later, I looked back at my dad with a kind of smirk because I could pet Angel, and mess with her puppies, but he could not.

 

  Not a day goes by that I do not miss that dog. She was my first pet, the best pet I could have ever asked for, and my best friend. She would wait for me every day after school, every day after practice, giving me all the love she could ever attain. I was her world, just as she was mine. I spent almost every moment of every day running around with her, playing until the sun went down. Every memory with her was extremely vivid, but the memory of crawling under the desk with her, to comfort her and her puppies was the best, and somewhat comical memory with my Angel. I still reminisce in those memories, hoping one day she will appear at my gate, waiting for me to get back from school.