We're all lone,dead,domesticated dogs in the end.
WARNING: IF MY CONSTANT OVERANALYZATION ANNOYS YOU, STOP READING NOW.
I was driving home tonight and I passed up a bridge by my house. At the front of it was a dead german shepherd with a bright red collar. This wasn't the first time I had seen it, in fact, it had been there for more than 4 days. Personally, I thought it was pretty sad. This was a beautiful dog. It looked well kept from what I could tell, other than the fact it had been hit. It had a collar which meant that someone once cared for it at least enough to spend money and time on it, but here it was lying at the front of a bridge, and had been for days. You may ask why this was significant to me. Call me crazy, but I believe that we are all like this. Sure, some people (your family included) may act like they care. They might "show" they care with frail actions. You may even feel temporarily fulfilled by some of this, but in the end, whos really there for you in the long run? Will there even be someone who cares enough to burry you when youre dead? or even know youre missing at all?