The death of a dog

September 25, 2014 at 4:26 pm 4 comments

The death of a pet isn’t an elephant in the room you refuse to address. It is the absence of an elephant in the room. An elephant that wiggled its tail when it sees you, make its hips dance when you pet it and falls asleep outside your door everytime you ordered it to leave your bedroom because your new girlfriend can’t stand the smell of dogs on your blanket. An elephant that holds no grudge if you forgot to feed it. An elephant that would hold its pee until you are back from hiking with family and friends and still follow your every movement with its eyes, like it is concerned about your well-being. An elephant that would cry when you get hurt, whimper when you look angry and bark your assailant away when it senses you threatened. An elephant that would never look down on you, nor demand to be seen as equal. But would take your kindness with all the gratefulness and humility of a creature to its creator. An elephant that would lie in your arms quietly when you cry your goodbyes into its hair. Would still limp behind you when you take it to the clinic. And would not recognize the special doggy-treats as its last meal. It’s an elephant-sized absence you pretend not to notice, a wall taken off by a tornado. Like walking around your room as if there isn’t a sniper shooting at you every time you passed by the door. It’s an absence full of grief. Full of fear – the fear of not being able to make it go away by not acknowledging it [it’s only a dog, after all. People lose their kids!!]. And — guilt: born of a sense betrayal of a friend incapable of doing the same to you. To Riley, who has been a good dog for the 18 years he lived on this earth. He was put to sleep on 15th September 2014.

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  • 1. DaNegus  |  September 28, 2014 at 1:24 am

    Yeah… the death of a pet can mess you up real bad, especially dogs. My buddy had one, who always tried to jump on the sit next to me when i go over there and sometimes becomes sort of a nuisence. Bud used to say that is what he does with people he likes. Then he started having seizures and stuff, unable to control his—business. When he “died”, i regretted I haven’t given him more love when I could. Still feel bummed out about it, but have learned not to bring up the subject around my friend. Dude won’t even pass by the dog park where he used to take him sometime. Anyway.. my condolences.

  • 2. Scooby  |  September 28, 2014 at 2:47 am

    Yeah. Me three. 😦

  • 3. Eriket  |  September 29, 2014 at 3:25 pm

    I am sorry for your loss, love.

  • 4. Alem  |  January 24, 2015 at 7:54 pm

    So true. My condolences.

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