the day my dog died

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as human beings, who generally have feelings, we tend to believe that our animals will live as long as we do. or at least i did.

our pets aren't just little creatures that we allow access to our homes and lives for entertainment. they are family. they grow on us and we love them.

to be honest, i wish i could start a petition to stop animal deaths but death is inescapable.

i still "hear" barking at night because of how my brain accustomed to you doing so. i still run up the front porch steps, waiting to come and pet my pretty girl. i still walk through the door expecting you to be excited to see me and i know no amount of time will ever kill that expectation.

the realization always calls me and says, "your best friend isn't waiting for you anymore. she is gone." i always want to hang up and smash the phone.

most animals do not exceed the expectations of living a long life as their owners do, which is completely unfair by the way. and no amount of time will make me forget you. but at least i got the chance to say goodbye.

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