Monday, 14 August 2017

The Best Boy

Appa came home when he was a forty day old ball of love and shit. I had never had a real responsibility before, now I was responsible for his life: a love story. It was going to be harder than I thought but definitely worth it. Because when someone trusts you on that level, you want to live up to it. You want to deserve that love; maybe you never can, but at least you try.

As Appa spends his final days by my side, maybe the only thing that gives me hope is how happy he's going to be with his new family. They have kids and dogs and Appa's so brave and loving he'll love anyone who loves him back. I just hope he's happy.