Earlier tonight my mom wanted to get out of the house so we decided to go to the movies. She chose Marley & Me and oh gosh. It was a fantastic idea to see that movie while simultaneously THE WORST IDEA EVER. I hadn't cried that hard in such a long time. My eyes got red and puffy and swollen. I had to stifle my sobs which subsequently sounded like choking. I don't know if you guys know this, most of the people reading this met me after the fact, but I used to have a dog. He was the most wonderful, loving, playful, AMAZING dog in the world. His name was Oliver and I had him since the day I was born till I was 16. I loved him with all my heart and he will forever be my first pet. At the end of the movie when Marley was going I remembered it all. That's exactly how Oliver was, he couldn't even move and his hearing was going. I think I was the only one besides my Dad who got to say bye to him. The day my Dad took him in to be put down I went out and talked to him and pet him and cried with him and said goodbye. He was fantastic and nobody could ever take his place in my heart. He was a big mutt, primarily German Shepard and was better than anything I could ever ask for. He was a better companion than most people. I don't tend to get emotional over people, but show me an animal in distress and I completely lose it. The movie helped me remember Oliver and it was nice to remember him, even if it brought up those painfully sad last few months together. Goddamn these cycles of life, but life is beautiful and I think even Oliver knew that.

the love you take is equal to the love you make.
-The Beatles "The End"
3 comments:
i knew you then. how weird is that?
dude we've been friends for like four years. it feels like i met you just yesterday, and if by just yesterday i meant when i was born then yes. it was just yesterday.
that is the best book ever.
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