Crissie: Golden-hearted Dog

The cutest dog in the country :)

I got my dog Crissie about 3 years ago.

She was so cute as a playful little puppy back then. We snuggled her every time.

When me and my brother were thinking of a name for her, we came up with tons of them: "Maya", "Cristella", "Bucket", "Muffy", "Pluto (just a joke)", "Woof", etc.

Until we agreed on Crissie, because somehow they described her: her eyes were like crystals, and sometimes she was a sissie.

We had great fun with Crissie. She looked like she had fun, too. But after a few weeks, her happiness seemed to fade.

We had no place for her to stay (well...she messes up the place), so she lives right under the rusty sink outside.

We give her leftovers for her food, too.

I felt sorry for my dog, but we can't do anything.
She has to live that way, whether we like it or not.

Now she's weak, thin, and has scabs around her nose.

But she's still golden-hearted because she forgives us no matter what we feed her, how many times we're lazy to give her a bath, how we scold her, and those stuff.

I'm lucky for a good dog. I'm lucky to know she knows we're giving her the best. I'm lucky for a dog that loves me no matter what.

And it just makes me cry to think about how she suffers.

I promised to myself 2 years ago I'll make a difference in her life.

But I never fulfilled it.

Sometimes I think about it: Am I a bad owner?

But Crissie still likes her poor life because she knows that we give her the best our hands, love, and money can give.

And because of this, I've never ever thought a moment of my life I'm a bad owner.

Crissie still is mischievous after all we went through. But that's ok. I'm happy to know she's growing happily.

She's an angel sent from heaven.

She's Crissie: The Golden-hearted Dog.


Editor's note: Visitors, I have emailed the person who submitted this story with some suggestions for taking care of her dog. If you have anything you would like to share (in a kind way, please) do add your comments. Thank you.