Yesterday was my dog Memphis's birthday. He turned 5, and I can't believe how much time has passed. It makes me think about turning 27 next month and remembering it like it was yesterday picking him up when I was 22. I originally bought Memphis with my Ex Husband the night after our engagement party. I saw him from a breeder online and fell in love, but the next day was our engagement party. So the morning after the party we woke up, drove 4 hours to somewhere in Pennsylvania, and picked up the new member of our family. My Ex and I also purchased and house, and along with my own personal money, we put all the engagement/wedding money into this house. This caused a problem when I went to leave him, I wanted some possessions in the house, he did not want me to have anything because I was leaving HIM. So instead of going to court, instead of constant fighting, I simply said, I won't fight you on the house, if you give me Memphis. Of course seeing as most people are materialistic, he agreed. I packed up my clothes, and put a lease on Memphis and was on my way. Memphis has been around longer then any guy I've had in my life, I feel like he is my son, and I have him to come home to everyday. As sad as that sounds, he's been there for the best and worst, and I love that dog very much. I might be one of those crazy "dog people", but Memphis is my baby, and I love him more than anything in this world.
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