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Never blinking

WARNING: The following journal entry contains sadness.

I have told you about my bitches before; Blanca, a black mutt, and Gara, a Garafian shepherd whose death I related on a previous journal entry.

I fondly remember what a clever puppy Blanca used to be. We were amazed at how she could catch her own leash in her mouth to walk herself, do somersaults when she was bored, or use a swing and a skateboard, which we biped retards could never do properly. I am aware that many other dogs can do those things too, but screw them, they aren't my puppy.

Over time she grew weaker, gradually losing her skills and senses, but we could always trust her undying loyalty and affection. Stepping out of our house guaranteed a blind black dog's head pressed against your leg, never letting go, inevitably ruining your clean pants. We knew she was so old she couldn't last much longer, but we knew she'd die knowing her family loved her and always took care of her.

May these fond memories soon overwhelm the image of the stiff, fly-ridden, half-decomposing corpse that took her place yesterday overnight, its empty eyes never blinking.
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Added: 7 years, 7 months ago
7 years, 7 months ago
Losing a loved friend is always hard.  My puppy went at the age of 12 in 2008.  You still have her in your memories as young and happy as she was throughout much of her life.  Play with her in the past and keep petting her in your mind as you move on.
7 years, 7 months ago

I hate losing pets. The most painful was Molly, fortunately she lived a pretty long life, but her organs were failing on her and she had to be put to sleep. My sister and I were with her when the injection was given. We petted Molly till the life from her eyes drained away and her body grew limp. I'm crying right now as I think about it as she was a very big part of my life growing up. I miss her. I just hope she was happy and felt she had a good life before she left.
7 years, 7 months ago
Sometimes I wonder if that is why some practice cremation. It's like we're trying to give a big middle finger to the very idea that a beautiful creature, person or loved one could become such gross weight. I'm sorry for your loss. Remember, what was left wasn't her. That part is gone elsewhere. Your memories are a far better example of what she was.
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