Another sad post.
As many of you may or may not know (or care), my dog Treen has finally kicked the bucket. It's been a while coming, she was like 14 years old. I guess she was sleeping on the floor with her head on a pillow and then started struggling for about 30 seconds and then went limp, according to my sister. I'm glad that I wasn't there for that, it would have been really fucked up to see. I guess it hasn't hit me as it will when I get home, to really have it make sense in my brain.
I decided that I can split my life into 4 categories: birth to Kindergarten (Wisconsin and Grand Haven), K-4 (Walker), the "Treen Era", and then what ever now is. Or maybe the Treen era really ended when I left for Chicago. In any case, it's definitely a turning point in my adulthood.
I'm going to write something of a eulogy for Treen before I get home so that we can have a funeral for her (even though she's already been buried). Anyone that knew Treen and that wants to come should. It will probably be Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, sometime in the afternoon.
She was a great dog, a better dog than I deserved. She was always the nicest thing, even though I made fun of her a lot. Because let's face it, as awesome as dogs are, they are also hilarious. Anyone who ever met Treen really liked her, I think, she was just an all around nice dog. I remember when I got off school at Glenwood Elementary one day and my mom said that she had a surprise for me. My sister (who was 2 at the time) started squealing about how we got a dog. I remember being pissed at her for ruining the surprise.
There's been lots of classic Treen moments, too many to list. Like how if she was near any door that opened, she'd run out and practically get run over by a car because she'd try to get as far as she could from us chasing her. We'd have to get her in the car, which she loved, she also loved walks and chasing squirrels. Often, we'd let her out to go in the grass and she would attack the trees in the backyard ferociously, and act very proud about it.
Well, I guess I'll leave it at that. The memories I have of her will live on forever, and I guess you could say she taught me how to live. Always try to see what everyone's up to, be humble, enjoy your treats and food, do things that you love to do (like go for a ride in the car), and try to sleep as much as you can.
Here's to you, cute animal.
