depression*sob*depression*sob*depression*sob*depression*sob*

Dec 03, 2004 23:24

To spare myself from all the gory details, and finally having the guts of letting it out after much hesitation, yes, Moochie is indeed dead. Gone. Nada. No longer alive. Whatever you'd like to call it, it still boils down to one thing, she's gone and no matter how many times I've cried my eyes out, it still won't bring her back.

I know she's just a dog. But it's the first time that anyone within my immediate family [or those who I consider as such] has passed away. And it took me hours to finally let the fact sink in [ A relentless void is more like it, and to the people who I texted for "support", Thank you so much]. Like I never really knew this was how it actually felt to have lost someone you cared for so much.

Gone are the days when someone fuzzy, warm and fat would ensue a fight with me every night just so she can get the nicest spot on my bed, or the days when she would just be by my side whenever I'm sick, depressed or in dire need of the attention, the chases around the garden just so I could get her unruly hair in pigtails, her adorable look of despair whenever I don't give her chocolates and anything and everything that undoubtedly made her, well, Moochie. :'(

I am so hating this.
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