Inktober 2018 day 13.
My dog Atlas. Recently I had to remove myself from my childhood home because of trouble with my sister and her boyfriend. I had to leave both of my dogs behind because I couldnt take them with me at the friends house Im staying at. By far the hardest shit Ive had to deal with in my entire life was leaving my 7 year old Australian Shepherd in an environment temporarily where I know he wont be taken care of properly or understood. As a consolation, when I move in to an apartment Ill get to finally have him around again.
Atlas is Anxious, afraid of strangers, stubborn. Hes a dog thats had a rough life because of needless drama in the household I pulled him in to as a puppy. He was my first dog because I desperately needed a companion after I dropped out of high school and neglected talking to anyone for a very long time. In every way, all of Atlass insecurities are tied to mine at that age. My dog is me at 16-17 years old and I intimately understand every one of his anxieties.
The side I see of Atlas is a kind, cuddly, sassy, funny side. I miss coming home and seeing his tiny nub wag a mile a minute before hed throw himself on the ground and beg to be pet. I miss seeing his eyes light up every time I got a ball or his leash. His intelligence is so top tier Atlas knows lots of words. He always gets so excited when you say Dog Park? Or Outside? Atlas was a perfect companion. Always there, always smiling. All he really wants is to be treated gently and loved.
I was crying the entire time I was drawing this. Ive balled over my dog more than any estranged friend or family. More than at any funeral.
Its because dog isnt just mans best friend. Its because dog is mans best family.
Every day I work its working towards getting a place and affording pet deposit. Each hurtle is with getting Atlas back in mind.
I love you and I miss you, buddy. And I wish you could read. It hurts knowing youre confused and dont probably know where I went. But Ill be back for you, good boy. I promise.