I’d like to relate something that happened during August of 1997. My dog “Sasha” died. I was terribly distraught. It was hard to lose something or someone you love and can’t do anything about it. Although we could have spent a lot of money to try saving Sasha, we did not because the chances of survival are very, very slim against Leptospirosis. It was a hard decision. Especially, when you can see how much the dog is suffering day by day. My heart poured out for Sasha.
When someone dies, you begin to think about the impermanence of life. Life becomes so much more precious to you. Also, The inevitable sadness brought about by the loss comes in conflict with the hoping against hope that all this is not true or everything will be okay. But then it dawns on you that life has forever changed.
Then, you begin to get angry with the people you rely on to take control or to change the fate of the inevitable and at yourself for being helpless. You get angry at the thought that if you had more money, the outcome would be different.
Hey dude, i'm sorry about your dog. I once had one, who also died. I never grieved for the poor one. Anyway she was a bitch.
ReplyDeleteIt's alright. It's been years ago. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI too grieved for my dogs. But I always found a distinction between a dog and an actual person dying. The distinction being the dog dying seemed to hurt more. Maybe because I considered it part of my family.But then again, the human being that had just passed away was also my relative.But still the dog seemed emotionally stereotyped yet painful, memorable--gimo
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