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My best friend died earlier
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June 25, 2000
Hi there's not much to

Hi
there's not much to say. D and I thought that our cat, Harry, was getting lonely - actually I think we are just lonely - so we went to the SPCA yesterday to pick up a playmate for the guy.
We probably should have gotten a small little kitten, they say that when you intergrate two cats, it's best to have one of them alot younger.
This is not what we did.
In fact, we got this monster of a cat named Knapp (but I like to call him "Knappster") with one crossed eye and a shrivelled up, curled tail. He's incredibly fat as well.
Definately not the companion we were thinking of. I think Harry may be even more lonely actually. Knappster seems to really dislike other cats and is no mood to play.
What were we thinking? I dunno, it was a spontaneous decision and not well thought out. In fact, I think this will be a problem.
argh.

Posted by Sheila at 09:13 PM comments 0 |
June 13, 2000
My best friend died earlier

My best friend died earlier this month and I can't seem to get over it.
Tasha was a dog, a chocolate lab, who had more personality than anybody else I know. It's hard to have a normal thought these days, no one has affected me more than this.
I can see how all this sounds very "westcoast". I realize it and trust me, I know it must seem pretty pathetic.
When I say it out loud to someone, "My dog died", it sounds like a sad story and it's all really too bad; yet, life goes on...
But I can't seem to explain to them that Tasha wasn't my dog, she was a friend and I can't believe she's no longer here with me, sleeping by my feet, under my desk. I feel a little wierd, I haven't told anybody about this physical pain except to write it here.
People ask when I'm going to get another dog. It's hard for me to believe they feel comfortable asking such a question. Tasha took over my life and I don't think, or want, another being to do that again.
fcuk, I realize how pathetic this is, seriously, I do.
And I also realize the time heals stuff and the death is a hard lesson... blah blah blah...
I will never forget her eyes as she was put to sleep. They didn't close, they just became dim and vacant. There was no life in there anymore and I felt so alone. I realized how much I depended on her. She was so scared and I couldn't do anything to help but to let her die. I hate myself for that.

Posted by Sheila at 08:36 PM comments 0 |