A bittersweet update
Yesterday was my birthday. Yesterday my dog Mumu died as well. Since our society does not value animals as they should I am going to post a sort of eulogy for him.
Mumu was not a good dog by any means. He was difficult and a trouble maker. He never listened and he frustrated the hell out of me sometimes. He was an escape artist. My family spent over $800 building a fence around our backyard so he wouldnt escape, he found a way within 20 minutes. There is virtue in his character. He was untameable and I loved him for it and I know he loved me too. Sometimes I was the only person he would listen to and everytime he disobeyed I felt a bit of gladness. I feel as though I was not a good companion for him. He belonged in the plains of Africa and instead he lived in my backyard. He was forced into captivity, but where else could he have lived? He was too much of a dog to live in our society and I could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes. I last saw him the night before he died. He knew his time was near. I fed him and before I turned off the light in the backyard he stood up and gave a look of goodbye. Can an animal feel and know what I have just described? I don't know, but I'd like to think so. I mourn for him now not because he was my pet but because he was my friend. He never let himself be owned and he always did what he wanted to do. I'm glad that now he is finally free. I will never forget him.
Mumu was not a good dog by any means. He was difficult and a trouble maker. He never listened and he frustrated the hell out of me sometimes. He was an escape artist. My family spent over $800 building a fence around our backyard so he wouldnt escape, he found a way within 20 minutes. There is virtue in his character. He was untameable and I loved him for it and I know he loved me too. Sometimes I was the only person he would listen to and everytime he disobeyed I felt a bit of gladness. I feel as though I was not a good companion for him. He belonged in the plains of Africa and instead he lived in my backyard. He was forced into captivity, but where else could he have lived? He was too much of a dog to live in our society and I could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes. I last saw him the night before he died. He knew his time was near. I fed him and before I turned off the light in the backyard he stood up and gave a look of goodbye. Can an animal feel and know what I have just described? I don't know, but I'd like to think so. I mourn for him now not because he was my pet but because he was my friend. He never let himself be owned and he always did what he wanted to do. I'm glad that now he is finally free. I will never forget him.