I have a weird relationship with my border collie, Jock. He was my dad’s dog. For years. And they utterly adored each other. Jock never left dad’s side. And (literally) on his deathbed, my dad made me promise to take care of him. And then my dad died.
So now I am dealing with a dog that I do genuinely care for and love, but he’s all “Yeah, just feed me and take me for walks, bitch!” but I know, and he knows, I’m an inadequate replacement. And it’s all a bit sad and I can’t make him truly happy. Not really.
You know when people say animals are like people and have their own unique personalities? They ain’t fucking kidding.