It's not about the performance, it's the sentimental value

Monday, June 28, 2010

I think I got the right to be a LITTLE emo right now, as much as I hate to be. Haha!

I always have a soft spot for Chubby. No, no wait. Let me correct myself. I have a softER spot for Chubby than any other of my pets.

Need I remind you that I already almost cried my eyes out when my fighting fish passed away. Yes, I can sense all your eyes rolling right now.

Fighting fish? What the hell! Some of you may think.

I get more upset when Chubby is sick, compared to any other pets. Which brings me back to the fact that Chubby has never been sick. NEVER. Not until he has reached his advanced age today.

In fact, other than these recent old years of his, his only other near-death experience was when he choked on the dry food that I was feeding to the cat. Yes. He sneaked and stole from Mr. Meow and because he knew it was illegal to do so, he swallowed a little too fast and almost choked to death.

You know what they say about people who never fall sick. When they do, they fall VERY sick. It makes it more difficult for me to see him suffering.

I can honestly tell you that when the day comes that the vet actually tells me straight in the face that I have to seriously consider putting him down, I may not have the courage to be there in the same room with him when they do so.

This is, honestly, rather screwed up, because he has been with me for all 14 years that he is alive. And a dog that has loved you with all his little heart and worshipped the ground that you walk on more than deserves to have you around in their final moments.

Probably, only dog lovers and owners understand how I feel. And it's occasionally people like me who remind them about their dogs that make them go home and give their dog a few more pats on their head that their dogs more than deserve.



I thought it was pretty funny today when I cried at the Vet's. I'm so sure I'm going to be somebody they remember for the next few days.

I'm upset, yes, but I seriously thought it was funny now that I look back. You should see how the vet didn't know what to do (because no one was able to tell him the problem with Chubby), and then Des doesn't exactly know what to say either because I haven't told him much. I just walked into the room, plopped the dog down on the steel table in front of the Vet, and started crying. What a great way to communicate to your vet about the problem with your dog! I'd bet he understood me completely!

Just so I can assure all of you how fine I really am, I shall revert to my true sadistic self:

I used to look at other people and their old dogs. I pitied them because I knew that for them, the end was near for their old and aged dogs. But then I also had this arrogant thought in my head: Lucky that's not me. Chubby is still young.

I was sure the other dog owners at the Clinic tonight all felt the same when they saw me. Yea, look all you want man. It's going to happen to you sooner or later.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:38 pm