So, my parents decided last Wednesday, to get our dog euthanized. Because his condition was worsening. He was having a hard time walking around, and would fall every few steps, and you could tell he was just not ‘there.’ So they brought him to the vet that morning. My sister and I stayed home, though, we couldn’t imagine going and watching it actually happen. So we waited for them to return, so we could bury him together. Another sad fact is that this happened to happen on our brother’s birthday, and we had planned to go out to eat for lunch. When our parents got back they had the dog, and we brought him to the back yard so that we could bury him outside my mother’s window. In the natural area, because he used to sleep next to her bed on that side. The vet had told our mom “just focus on the good memories you had of him.” We were all very sad and thanks to the advice of the vet, were sharing fond memories we had of him. You could tell by the scene taking place, while my dad was burying our dog’s grave, that he was a loved dog, and that he would be missed. After we buried him, we went out to eat, and it felt strange. Trying to act like what happened, didn’t just happen. The fact of the matter, though, was that it did just happen. We were all still grieving, but this helped us forget a little bit. Since that day, I had come to peace with the fact that he is no longer with us, and I haven’t really cried that much. I still miss having him around every day, and hearing the jingle of his dog tags on his collar clanking back and forth as he pranced through the house. I miss his comforting presence. Most of all, I miss seeing him following my mom around everywhere she goes in the house.
This is in memory of my dog, he will definitely not be forgotten.
So I haven’t taken much time to write on here lately, and I miss it. I’m going to aim for at least three, or more, posts each week from now on. But don’t be too rough on me if I fail to reach that amount 😉
Lately life feels like it has been on a standstill in a way. You see, my dog isn’t doing so well. He’s 12 years old, and dwindling away every day. His state of spunky-ness suddenly dropped a few weeks ago, and he lost a good amount of weight as well. We brought him to the vet once he seemed to be doing bad, and they recommended putting him down. We decided not to, because it was too soon, obviously he had some life left in him. He’s still with us at the moment. He was better at the time, when we first brought him. The vet gave him fluids, and he perked right back up. Then less than two weeks later, we brought him back. The first bounce-back (so to speak) had faded. So again they suggested to put him down, but still my mom couldn’t do it. So they gave him more fluids, and it’s been about a week now since his last visit. The fluids this time around only were a few hour fix to his waning state of energy. Over these past few weeks there have been a lot of tears shed for him. When I got back from the gym today I didn’t completely expect to see him alive. But he amazed me yet again when I saw that he was still breathing. The reason life feels at a standstill, is because he’s sort of like an old person right now, when you know their time is near. You want to spend time with them, but you know it’s just a matter of time. He’s been like a little brother to me, annoying at times because he got in the way when I was walking through the house; but he’s always had a good paw to cry on as well, though. I can tell that he probably won’t be around anymore within the next week or so, I just hope he goes calmly and that he knows he’s been a wonderful pet and that I love him.
The other day I was sitting somewhere, and as I looked to my right I saw an interesting sight. I’m not trying to be mean here, but I saw two women who looked like they came out of the cartoon ‘recess.’ It’s like mind blowing to me that certain people can remind you so much of something. One of the ladies had sort of pale skin and dirty-blonde hair. Her hair was in a low ponytail, and was kind of greasy looking. The other one was tan and had black Afro-curly type of hair that was kind of uncontrollable looking. They both weren’t wearing makeup either, which reminded me more of that cartoon. Because it didn’t really draw makeup on the characters. I’m not saying that these things alone made them look completely like cartoons, but it was their clothes as well (I just don’t remember/ know how to explain what they were wearing). Another person who reminds me of something. There is this one acquaintance/ friend (I guess I could consider it that) who I know, and his face reminds me slightly of the yellow angry bird. You know, the one with the dark-thick eyebrows? Well his eyebrows remind me of that, and his nose does as well. He also has interesting looking eyes. He’s not bad looking or anything. For some reason though, he reminds me of that angry bird.
Do any of you know anyone that reminds you of a certain cartoon, character, or thing? If so, please share 🙂
“It is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it”– Aristotle
I find this quote interesting to think about. In a way, it is the opposite of something like being hard headed. What the quote is trying to express i think, is that state where you can be flexible in the way that you think. Where instead of thinking your thought is the only valid one, and resting on it being the case; you are able to entertain other’s ideas as possibly being correct.
So tonight I was sitting around with my sister whilst she searched the web. She came across this pretty interesting article (google search) about why flamingos are pink. It said something along the lines of flamingos starting out grey. It said that their ‘plumage’ eventually turns pink because of the diet they eat that includes crustaceans and algae. So I was very excited (not really, because I knew it was impossible) about an idea I had where I would feed my cat algae, and his little white areas on his body could turn pink. Because, come on, that would just be adorable! I thought it would’ve interesting, because you see, he’s a tuxedo pattern, black and white cat. So his fur would look like someone in a tuxedo with a fancy pink shirt, and little pink paws 😀
But in reality I guess I can face the facts, ‘woe is me,’ I will never be able to use algae to turn his little fur into pink plumage