I Have a Diary
Dear diary,
What a week! It's been... This week has been a very busy one. Many things happened. One of them was my graduation. Oh yay. One step closer to becoming a dentist. Now, the only thing missing is my thesis. Gawd! I gotta catch up, and put my lazy body to work. Ok. Imma do it.
Apart from that, well this week I handled a very though decision when it comes to being responsible of another life, another living being. I found a lost puppy this week on my way to my Portuguese lessons. I decided to took her home so she could be safe till finding her owners... Since I'm still living with my parents, I told my dad, who wasn't very happy about it, that I'd just have her with us for that day only. Ha, silly me. The next day, I went with a friend to post ads around the streets to find her owners, even on fb we did that but we got no response. It had been one day later already and my dad wanted to kill me and wanted me to get rid off that poor puppy. I denied, I cried cos that was something I couldn't ever imagine myself doing. I felt so sad because I didn't know what I was going to do with that puppy. I was feeling hopeless. I couldn't sleep that day. Then, the next day arrived. My friend and I decided to put the puppy in adoption because I couldn't keep her at home anymore. We got response from one shelter for dogs that was free and that would provide the little puppy a temporary home. I was happy. I talked on the phone with the dogs shelter's owner and we set the hour and the place of the meeting. Then, when night arrived, gloriously my friend texted me saying the owner had appeared. I felt so relieved. I made sure he was her owner. She went home with him. I was happy she could go back home again. We had finally done it! We hand found her owner and she wouldn't be homeless anymore.
That was a really long story. But with this I just wanted to point out two things.
The first one. When I gave her to her owner, I thought I was going to cry cos I'd miss her cos I had got used to her already in such little time, since I get emotional attached to everything so fast, damn it. But no, I didn't cry or felt that sad like I had imagined I would. My happiness for her was bigger. I think that's what taking care of and worrying about someone or something really means. No matter if they're not with you, if they're in the right place, where they're supposed to be, where they're happy, you'll be happy too because you love them, so you just want the best for them even though you think, in the beginning, you don't want it that way. But later you realize that it's the best, for them.
The second thing. I realized how much time taking care of another life can require. I thought it was going to be something simple, but no. Since it was my decision to bring her home and since she was a puppy, I had to feed her 3 times per day, clean all her mess, make her sleep, walk her at night so she could get tired and fall asleep faster. I had to dedicate her lots of my time. I already have a dog at home but the responsibilities she implies are divided among me and my siblings. Having to do all these things by myself, apart from other personal tasks I had to do, was time demanding and stressful. I realized that making that decision, on one hand, yeah, had saved her. I knew I had done good. I don't regret it but I don't know if I would do that again. Maybe not in a near time. With this, I learned that depending on the decisions we make, we have to face the consequences they have and man up. We have to become responsible of what we chose to do, no matter if it is something good or bad, which in this case is relative. I learnt that I have to start acting more like and adult now. I learnt that I have to assume the consequences of my decisions and that before making them, I have to think carefully and responsibly before making up my mind about something.
ITS TIME TO BE AN ADULT AND GROW THE FCK UP.
What a week! It's been... This week has been a very busy one. Many things happened. One of them was my graduation. Oh yay. One step closer to becoming a dentist. Now, the only thing missing is my thesis. Gawd! I gotta catch up, and put my lazy body to work. Ok. Imma do it.
Apart from that, well this week I handled a very though decision when it comes to being responsible of another life, another living being. I found a lost puppy this week on my way to my Portuguese lessons. I decided to took her home so she could be safe till finding her owners... Since I'm still living with my parents, I told my dad, who wasn't very happy about it, that I'd just have her with us for that day only. Ha, silly me. The next day, I went with a friend to post ads around the streets to find her owners, even on fb we did that but we got no response. It had been one day later already and my dad wanted to kill me and wanted me to get rid off that poor puppy. I denied, I cried cos that was something I couldn't ever imagine myself doing. I felt so sad because I didn't know what I was going to do with that puppy. I was feeling hopeless. I couldn't sleep that day. Then, the next day arrived. My friend and I decided to put the puppy in adoption because I couldn't keep her at home anymore. We got response from one shelter for dogs that was free and that would provide the little puppy a temporary home. I was happy. I talked on the phone with the dogs shelter's owner and we set the hour and the place of the meeting. Then, when night arrived, gloriously my friend texted me saying the owner had appeared. I felt so relieved. I made sure he was her owner. She went home with him. I was happy she could go back home again. We had finally done it! We hand found her owner and she wouldn't be homeless anymore.
That was a really long story. But with this I just wanted to point out two things.
The first one. When I gave her to her owner, I thought I was going to cry cos I'd miss her cos I had got used to her already in such little time, since I get emotional attached to everything so fast, damn it. But no, I didn't cry or felt that sad like I had imagined I would. My happiness for her was bigger. I think that's what taking care of and worrying about someone or something really means. No matter if they're not with you, if they're in the right place, where they're supposed to be, where they're happy, you'll be happy too because you love them, so you just want the best for them even though you think, in the beginning, you don't want it that way. But later you realize that it's the best, for them.
The second thing. I realized how much time taking care of another life can require. I thought it was going to be something simple, but no. Since it was my decision to bring her home and since she was a puppy, I had to feed her 3 times per day, clean all her mess, make her sleep, walk her at night so she could get tired and fall asleep faster. I had to dedicate her lots of my time. I already have a dog at home but the responsibilities she implies are divided among me and my siblings. Having to do all these things by myself, apart from other personal tasks I had to do, was time demanding and stressful. I realized that making that decision, on one hand, yeah, had saved her. I knew I had done good. I don't regret it but I don't know if I would do that again. Maybe not in a near time. With this, I learned that depending on the decisions we make, we have to face the consequences they have and man up. We have to become responsible of what we chose to do, no matter if it is something good or bad, which in this case is relative. I learnt that I have to start acting more like and adult now. I learnt that I have to assume the consequences of my decisions and that before making them, I have to think carefully and responsibly before making up my mind about something.
ITS TIME TO BE AN ADULT AND GROW THE FCK UP.
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