My rescuer

The funny thing is I don’t remember things well, I have whole periods where I can’t remember much at all and complete events I have forgotten, but my memories of Tilly are so easy to recollect. I sometimes need a little help remembering what she looks like, but I have my endless supply of photos and the albums my Mum made me. I can imagine her right now, sitting with me, and it is so real that tears come to my eyes. This might not seem relevant. Why am I talking about my poor memory? Well, I really want to really show how much Tilly changed my life, saved my life. Tilly’s joy of life helped me see hope even in otherwise what seemed hopeless days. Tilly helped me get up every morning, because I knew she needed me, and I couldn’t disappoint her. She trusted me unwaveringly to be there for her and I would do NOTHING to break that trust. I have always struggled leaving the house and Tilly helped me gain independence. She made me feel safe. I know this jumbled description might seem unnecessary and out of place, but truly I want the deep essence of what Tilly has given me to be known so that I can share a little of her endless love with even one other people. Even if only one person understands or cares about what I am saying then it will be worth it. I don’t like talking about myself, let alone writing about myself for people to read but Tilly and mine stories are intertwined and one with each other. She was the light to my dark, the joy to my sadness, the love to my hate.

I have heard people say that dogs have shorter lives because they don’t need to learn how to be good, they are born as they are meant to be. Humans on the other hand need to learn and make many mistakes before they come even close to being as wonderful as dogs. Tilly loved life and deserved a much longer life than she was given (Yes, tissues will be needed later), so I don’t want to waste my longer one which I have been given. I will live it for Tilly no matter how hard it gets I want to explore the places Tilly didn’t have time for and meet the people she would have loved. So, if you are struggling and finding everything difficult, step forward with me and do it for Tilly and all the other lil animals who want to be where we are now. This leads to the second lesson Tilly taught me, keep going and live your life with a grateful heart. You can do it. Tilly taught me to believe in my own strength and to keep adventuring as though she was still here next to me. She is still with me I know she is. She will be with me in my heart everyday for the rest of my life.