Fuck my life, I forgot about Helen and called Yeager’s house to tell him about my job interview, to be answered by his aunt sounding like a huge ball of tears. I told her I was thinking about them and to hang in there and all but I feel like a complete ass for even calling.
And now I’m really sad about Helen. She was such a sweetheart and the whole family loved her so much. UGH I can’t believe I freaking called the house, I feel like such a dumbass!
A dog in the middle of a street, tries to awaken his dead friend, who had been hit by a car. The dog would bark and growl at anyone trying to get close, and he would not leave his friend. Some animals are more compassionate and loyal than humans.
This is the saddest thing I’ve seen on tumblr.. Fuck.
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oh my god. my life is over :’(
My mom’s Guinea Pig died today. He was 7 years old. That seems really long for a rodent to live, but I could be wrong… I absolutely hated that thing for some reason when we got it, but I kind of grew to appreciate him in a weird love-hate sort of way. I was also allergic to him and he was kind of smelly but it’s going to be sad not hearing his little squeaks and gnawing on his cage asking for snacks and all that. His poor little back feet had stopped working so he just kind of dragged himself around for the last month or two. Poor thing had a good life.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Sigh. I love good people.
Is it okay to cry at this?
I’ve never remembered a scent so vividly.
Flashback to the day I went to that spot in the woods where we used to go and hung his belt over a tree and put my neck through the loop. I remember almost exactly what I was wearing, what the weather felt like, and I can practically hear the snapping branches as I climbed around the fence. I remember that the night before I had tried to do it, but I was too scared and I’d even written a note. I was always too scared. I still am. A big part of me wishes I had just ended everything then.