Oh my god.
This was going to be a lovely long ramble of an update, complete with 'yay'-ness about Senri visiting New York and the brilliant time we had -- loads of tourist stuff, went out for dinner, went ice-skating, keeping in touch, generally great time had by all -- and stuff about how well the band's doing and how much I'm loving that right now, but...
... that's all been superseded by my mam calling me this morning.
Madog is dead.
Madog was my long-haired German Shepherd and I absolutely loved him to pieces. One of the best things about getting to go home was the greeting I'd have got from him, and now... now he won't be there, with his tail swishing side to side and pushing his nose into my hand because he thinks I'd have a treat for him. He's gone. He's dead.
My mam phoned to tell me. She said she was walking him, and he slipped the lead and ran -- which is unusual, he doesn't even need a lead half the time -- and he must have got the scent of something because he ran like hell. By the time Mam caught up to him, he'd got onto the main road and -- and been run over. She took him straight to the vet's but it was too late. He's going to the pet crematorium tomorrow.
I want to go home and say goodbye, but that's bloody stupid, flying three thousand miles or something just to say goodbye to a dog. I don't mind admitting I've been crying, though. I adored Madog, I really did. He was the best dog in the world. He was my dog, even though my Mam and Dad have been looking after him since I've been at uni. He was intelligent, funny, smart, perfectly trained, he always knew when I was upset and would come and nose at my leg until I told him what was wrong...
Stupid, isn't it, personifying a dog? Of course he didn't know when I was upset. And even if he did, he didn't exactly listen and give advice when I'd tell him what the matter was. I don't care, though. Personified or not, he was my friend, and I miss him.
I can't believe he won't be there when I go home in the summer.
I can't believe Senri's never going to meet him.
That I wasn't there when he died.
I'm numb.
I love you, Madog. Rest in peace.
... that's all been superseded by my mam calling me this morning.
Madog is dead.
Madog was my long-haired German Shepherd and I absolutely loved him to pieces. One of the best things about getting to go home was the greeting I'd have got from him, and now... now he won't be there, with his tail swishing side to side and pushing his nose into my hand because he thinks I'd have a treat for him. He's gone. He's dead.
My mam phoned to tell me. She said she was walking him, and he slipped the lead and ran -- which is unusual, he doesn't even need a lead half the time -- and he must have got the scent of something because he ran like hell. By the time Mam caught up to him, he'd got onto the main road and -- and been run over. She took him straight to the vet's but it was too late. He's going to the pet crematorium tomorrow.
I want to go home and say goodbye, but that's bloody stupid, flying three thousand miles or something just to say goodbye to a dog. I don't mind admitting I've been crying, though. I adored Madog, I really did. He was the best dog in the world. He was my dog, even though my Mam and Dad have been looking after him since I've been at uni. He was intelligent, funny, smart, perfectly trained, he always knew when I was upset and would come and nose at my leg until I told him what was wrong...
Stupid, isn't it, personifying a dog? Of course he didn't know when I was upset. And even if he did, he didn't exactly listen and give advice when I'd tell him what the matter was. I don't care, though. Personified or not, he was my friend, and I miss him.
I can't believe he won't be there when I go home in the summer.
I can't believe Senri's never going to meet him.
That I wasn't there when he died.
I'm numb.
I love you, Madog. Rest in peace.