Goodbye Joe Black
Earlier this morning saw one of the most brutal news I've ever received in my life: Joe, me and Jenn's pet dog for short but very happy 3 years, has died.
The same dog whom I blogged about some time ago; the same dog who makes me happy all the time. ALL THE TIME.
My grandmother, one who was close to me as well, passed away only 2 weeks ago. Our pet cat, one of the ones we liked, followed suit after a week. Our own pet dog Nemo, who has been with us for almost 8 years, died last night along with another cat. And barely 15 hours later, Joe.
I figured this is some crazy shit happening to us right now. To lose a relative is extremely hard enough, but then again there's something as epic as my love for Joe.
I do not see him everyday, given this dog lives with Jenn, and I'm not even sure when was the last time I saw him. But I've found a really solid, loyal, connection with him. I have a tendency to fight off the feeling of devastation and doing pretty good at it, but the news of his accidental death DESTROYED me.
People were crying of course, and although I'm not one of them, I felt like dying more than crying. Really now, there is such a feeling. Joe is the best dog I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and playing with, and possibly the best thing that ever happened to Jenn and me ever since we got together.
I've done my part of consoling and comforting, but such ending to a wonderful, loyal, dirty but cute dog is unacceptable. UN-FUCKING-ACCEPTABLE.
This is of course, my dead, irrational version of how I'm feeling right now. It's not like I can kill a man back for killing a dog. But all the same, I feel the same.
While I'm not expecting the world to sympathize with me over a pet dog, those who have lost a pet in some capacity know the terrible pain I'm feeling right now. The basics didn't occur: no goodbyes, no warnings, not even signs, but I'm glad enough that I get to bury him on his way up.
I will probably start a family someday, even get another pet dog soon, but today I lost a soul mate of a son. I do not accept that he went out that way. I do not accept that he died just like that. And I do not accept that I will never find him beside me again.
Now I truly wish there's a heaven to really look forward to, because that dog still has too much to give for his existence to end this soon. In a time where my career is my deadpan priority, Joe was the pinnacle of how my simple life should be.
As Jenn told me, at least we understand each other and at most how much Joe made us happy, even in the dullest of days. A big thank you for doing the extraordinary: loyalty, gleefulness, and energy.
Goodbye and thank you Joe Black =(
The same dog whom I blogged about some time ago; the same dog who makes me happy all the time. ALL THE TIME.
My grandmother, one who was close to me as well, passed away only 2 weeks ago. Our pet cat, one of the ones we liked, followed suit after a week. Our own pet dog Nemo, who has been with us for almost 8 years, died last night along with another cat. And barely 15 hours later, Joe.
I figured this is some crazy shit happening to us right now. To lose a relative is extremely hard enough, but then again there's something as epic as my love for Joe.
I do not see him everyday, given this dog lives with Jenn, and I'm not even sure when was the last time I saw him. But I've found a really solid, loyal, connection with him. I have a tendency to fight off the feeling of devastation and doing pretty good at it, but the news of his accidental death DESTROYED me.
People were crying of course, and although I'm not one of them, I felt like dying more than crying. Really now, there is such a feeling. Joe is the best dog I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and playing with, and possibly the best thing that ever happened to Jenn and me ever since we got together.
I've done my part of consoling and comforting, but such ending to a wonderful, loyal, dirty but cute dog is unacceptable. UN-FUCKING-ACCEPTABLE.
This is of course, my dead, irrational version of how I'm feeling right now. It's not like I can kill a man back for killing a dog. But all the same, I feel the same.
While I'm not expecting the world to sympathize with me over a pet dog, those who have lost a pet in some capacity know the terrible pain I'm feeling right now. The basics didn't occur: no goodbyes, no warnings, not even signs, but I'm glad enough that I get to bury him on his way up.
I will probably start a family someday, even get another pet dog soon, but today I lost a soul mate of a son. I do not accept that he went out that way. I do not accept that he died just like that. And I do not accept that I will never find him beside me again.
Now I truly wish there's a heaven to really look forward to, because that dog still has too much to give for his existence to end this soon. In a time where my career is my deadpan priority, Joe was the pinnacle of how my simple life should be.
As Jenn told me, at least we understand each other and at most how much Joe made us happy, even in the dullest of days. A big thank you for doing the extraordinary: loyalty, gleefulness, and energy.
Goodbye and thank you Joe Black =(