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I have a tendency to assume that people always have someone better to talk to than me, so it usually takes a seriously direct statement to get me to get involved in your personal stuff.
That said, I care about you and I want to be there for you and I think that I understand what you're going through.
At the end of last summer, Rosie died. She was a family pet for about 11 years and she was an absolutely amazing, loving, brilliant, fun dog. She used to watch television with my parents. She would always be so excited to see me that she would wag her little stub of a tail and couldn't help wagging her butt along with it. Even when I moved out and only came to visit twice a year, she would remember me and be excited to see me. When my parents moved to California and got a pool, she would stand on the edge and bat at the leaves in the water with her paws. My default LJ picture is a shot I took of Rosie, so you know who she is.
The thing is, we were all expecting her mother to die. Misty is Rosie's mother and she's getting on about 15 years old now, maybe more. And she's not been doing too well for the past couple of years, so we'd all been prepared for her to get ill and then just not get better. So it came as a shock when Rosie's kidneys shut down and she passed away within a few days. The first I heard about it was when she was already lying down to die. My brother called me and I got to talk to my family all around and they held the phone up to Rosie's ear so I could say goodbye. They were all with her and I'm glad for that, but I wish I could have been there too. This is the only time I've heard my father cry.
When I visited for Thanksgiving this year, it was strange not having her around. My parents had her cremated and they have her remains in an urn. I couldn't bring myself to go in and look at it. I don't know what it looks like.
So, all I really set out to say is that I'm here. I read what is going on and I respond sometimes. But I'm reading what is going on and I'm here and you have my love.
That said, I care about you and I want to be there for you and I think that I understand what you're going through.
At the end of last summer, Rosie died. She was a family pet for about 11 years and she was an absolutely amazing, loving, brilliant, fun dog. She used to watch television with my parents. She would always be so excited to see me that she would wag her little stub of a tail and couldn't help wagging her butt along with it. Even when I moved out and only came to visit twice a year, she would remember me and be excited to see me. When my parents moved to California and got a pool, she would stand on the edge and bat at the leaves in the water with her paws. My default LJ picture is a shot I took of Rosie, so you know who she is.
The thing is, we were all expecting her mother to die. Misty is Rosie's mother and she's getting on about 15 years old now, maybe more. And she's not been doing too well for the past couple of years, so we'd all been prepared for her to get ill and then just not get better. So it came as a shock when Rosie's kidneys shut down and she passed away within a few days. The first I heard about it was when she was already lying down to die. My brother called me and I got to talk to my family all around and they held the phone up to Rosie's ear so I could say goodbye. They were all with her and I'm glad for that, but I wish I could have been there too. This is the only time I've heard my father cry.
When I visited for Thanksgiving this year, it was strange not having her around. My parents had her cremated and they have her remains in an urn. I couldn't bring myself to go in and look at it. I don't know what it looks like.
So, all I really set out to say is that I'm here. I read what is going on and I respond sometimes. But I'm reading what is going on and I'm here and you have my love.