I lost a great dog this past weekend. I’m pretty heartbroken about it. I had a childhood dog, Lisa, and now my teenage dog, Levi, is gone. His death says so much, including solidifying the eerie feeling that I’m really not a kid anymore.
He was a simple dog; as long as he had a bed and some human food, he was the sweetest little thing. He was stubborn, yes, but the furthest I ever had to go to get him to come inside was walk out and pick up his little body as he lay basking in the sun.
I hate saying goodbye to the people and animals I love. The permanence of death is the only thing that’s ever really non-negotiable, and I think we’re all inclined to freak out when we realize we don’t have as much control as we thought.
So, Levi’s playing with all of the other dogs and cats and fish and birds and hamsters and mice we as a family have lost along the way. Our grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins will watch over all of them until it’s our turn. I’m not sure I believe in the afterlife, actually, but when things like this happen I can’t help but hope for it, just a little.
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