Two things. the only things I really care about.
1.My nephew Oliver.
He's a sheer delight and every moment I spend with him, I learn to cherish him more, because he's such a kind, smart, caring little guy. He talks to you at aged 2 like he understands you. He gets upset when you're upset. You pretend to cry and he'll say "Don't cry Leanne, be happy", and it fucking breaks my heart as much as it does make it swell with love. One day I sat him on the table and I put on his shoes, then he wanted his little Postman Pat bag on. I put it on him, and he looked up at me and said "Ready work". It was adorable. He wanted to do what his dad does, and go off everyday doing a job. He just wants to be a man already it seems. I'm saddened that one day he'll lose his innocence, but I'll continue to love every single bit of him, because he's simply amazing.
2. My dog Frankie.
In case people aren't aware, I'm a huge animal lover, I constantly moan about the human race and how we should respect animals more which is true. My dog Frankie, well I got her at a time when I was feeling really down, I was depressed and didn't even realise it. I had no idea what the feelings I had were which made it worse, and then I got this little puppy. I'd wanted a dog for years, ever since our old dog Charlie died, and finally I got one. This little border collie puppy, and she just made me feel so good. It's nice to have something waiting for you when you enter the house, something who constantly turns around when we're out walking to make sure her master is still there with her, someone who wags their tail happily just by looking at them. It's nice to feel loved, yes by an animal and I love her back.
When I lose my dog I'll feel like dying myself, I know that. I won't even entertain the idea of losing my nephew though. He's going to be around a long long time hopefully, and that is something I've ever grateful for.
