So I made a life decision to move, and have been much happier over all, but still very depressed I'm leaving my animals for the time being. I wrote a nice poem about it, and I'll post after I write this. So 2 weeks ago, I quit my job. I pretty much told the guy that I worked for to stick it, and left. Amazingly, since I do my job so well, they all said come back, come back, but I didn't and haven't. I need to get out of the meaningless life style of driving trucks, and use my brain to better my life. So I'm moving from central Washington, from a town of 500, to the Seattle area, and there I'm going to do some stuff with my cousin while I take my Six Sigma Lean Class, and work on getting my private pilots license. I have a cousin I'm moving in with so rent and everything will be cheap. I'm very excited to do something new with my life. I'm a fighter, tried and true. I can do anything my mind wants, and I have a 20 year plan that is both feasible and accessible with hard work. I have a friend that is probably moving up, so at some point in the near future, my friend, myself and my cousin plan to start a business together. Between the brain power we all have, it should be very successful. The biggest thing for me, is leaving my Animals, so I made a poem about it. Thanks for reading, if any one does. Before I write this beautiful poem about my family, I have to say something. My family is my dogs, those who have been here for me when everyone else in the world turned their backs on me. My dogs were always here to cuddle with me, giving unconditional love to me, and always made me smile and feel better. Through my darkest hours of my life, my Family was here for me. I am moving now, to make my life better, and I’m not sad to leave my human family behind, no, because most of them turned their backs on me too, but I’m devastated to leave my Dogs behind. I know I have the strength to be whatever I want to be, and it is my hope I someday will be able to have a place and maybe get my dogs back. To the human family who abandoned me in my dire time of need, I have no respect or love for you. I find it amusing that now, when I’ve fought, scrapped, and bled my way through the valley of death, you all expect me to sit here and love you. I don’t, and I’m past the point of caring. I hope you do well in your lives, but I will not be there for you to lean on. You should have been there for me, and maybe someday I will get over the extreme hurt you have all put on me for abandoning me, but it will not be today or soon. I will never name names, and most of you are probably pretty clueless as to who I’m talking about, but that’s on you to figure out. Think back to the day when I needed someone. Where you there? Now to my poem. My dogs, so beautiful and full of love, sit here looking at me, wondering why Daddy is so sad. I look back at them eyes full of tears, reminiscing through the years, remembering how they made me glad. I see the reject’s that no one else wanted that I took without a second thought, I still proud that of all my dogs, there was never one that I bought. My dogs were all abused, rejected, and broken animals when I got them, sort of like me I set out to make sure they would love me till they died, when I reached to pet them, they wouldn’t pee. I got my lovely Dane in 2004, and the first thing she did was pee in my car, then in my house. And believe me, the puddles were like mini lakes, she trembled worse then an elephant seeing a mouse. My little Chihuahua I got in 2010, a gift for my then girlfriend who wanted a dog together I named her Peanut, because she loves M&M peanuts, and just regular peanuts, so I gave them to her, cuz she was light as a feather. She got pregnant in 2011, had two beautiful puppies I call Little Guy and Little Girl They are so cute, so cuddly, so adorable, they are an integral part of my world. They are sitting here beside me as I write this, and the tears are coming fast They know something is happening, and I struggle to make my mind last. The help they provided me through trying times has made me so very humble And I know my dogs were always here, even when I started to stumble. My dogs are my family, my life line to the world, my cuddle buddies on dark cold nights There through the darkest hours of depression, here when I was close to the end of my might. Licking me and nuzzling me on my worst days when I just wanted to give up and cry. They are the ones who gave me the strength to live, even when I wanted to give up and die. Now I have to enter a world of people who are evil, mean spirited, users and faithless I’m leaving my dogs with people who can use them as I have, and they won’t be useless They will soon love someone else, and shortly forget about me, but I will never forget the love they gave And someday in the near future, because I’m a fighter, I’ll be the guy people call to rescue dogs, to save. The End. I love you, my faithful Mutts. I will never forget the love you have for me, and I hope when I die and cross the great divide, you will be there waiting for me.