I just recently lost my best friend, Gypsy, on January 6th, 2013 at 1 am. But this is about how she saved me.
I was a bad teenager with poorly chosen friends. I dropped out of high school and a few years later, as I was cleaning up my act, my mother gave me Gypsy. Gypsy, a typical Basenji puppy, could care less about me in the beginning. She had a giant world to explore. I loved her to pieces for it, her independence, brave approach and how everything was exciting to her. Little did I know that this pup and I were 2 of the same but in different bodies. I was 18 and allowed to go out, my mom trusted me some to not make dumb decisions, but I had Gypsy at home. As time went by I came home earlier and earlier on the weekends because I didn't want to be away from Gypsy. I began to feel an immense sense of responsibility. A responsibility that I wanted and was proud of. It got to the point that I would take her with me where ever I went as long as it was dog friendly.
I don't know if it was her personality that rubbed off on me or if I rubbed off on her or if we were simply cut from the same cloth. We all meet dogs and see them as four legged creatures but Gypsy to me was more than that because she was capable of teaching me things. I learned how to truly love unconditionally. She taught me to be responsible and how to quit stressing the little things with her nonchalant personality. She also taught me to trust my gut feelings. Eventually we became a package deal and my friends could see the similarities between us. It's surreal to see how far I come from the dysfunctional teenager to who I am now. I like who I am now and I don't know if I would be here if I hadn't made so many decisions on what was best for me AND Gypsy. (I am now in graduate school for my Masters in Early Childhood Education, sharp as a tack, and fully independent with no fear of the world.)
I have dozens of incredible stories of Gypsy reading a persons disposition or how she altered my life by simply being there. My heart aches so much and I feel very lost without her. She was my pillar, she was my inspiration to be independent, she was the most amazing friend and these last 12 days have felt like an eternity.
I don't believe in coincidence and I don't believe the universe makes mistakes. Gypsy entered my life and made me who I am today and I am forever grateful. I miss her but I know that she's waiting for me. I can't think of a better greeting on the other side than Gypsy and her yodel.