Outside everything was so bright and white. The snowflakes were slowly falling down the skies, while I tried to warm up with a soft blanket and a cup of green tea. Christmas was coming, but it didn’t feel that way. Everything seemed odd. I was sitting alone in the house, surrounded by many holiday decorations, fairy lights and candles. The sweet cinnamon scent slowly permeated the house, but I still felt that something was missing. There was an emptiness. It was my first Christmas alone. Did I feel lonely? No, I don’t think so, but I felt different.
I have always believed that Christmas is a family’s holiday, and despite my beliefs I was in London, trying to avoid calls from home so I went outside. I started to walk around my neighborhood and everything was silent and serene. I followed a path inside my mind, I just needed to go and find a place, and I found it. I was standing across the animal shelter. The next thing I knew was I was inside and looking for puppies and older dogs, kitties and older cats. They all showed their different stories, but there was a connection between them. They all were alone. So, I wanted to help and at least learn one of the many stories.
A Christmas miracle, he is to me. I have a dog and I call him Blake. He is a black pug with sparkling green eyes. He is the cutest little thing I have ever met. We do everything together. We wake up at the same time, we eat breakfast and then we go for a run. Blake loves wide diversity of parks, where he can catch squirrels and be happy again. His name might be Blake but he is not as dark as it might seem, he is a sunshine in my life. I am here where I belong and I am happy because I am not alone. I have Blake.
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