I understand there must always be an end.
I know that every attachment must be broken.
I can accept that.
By why does it have to hit all at once?
First, my political leader, my public-life hero.
Then, my grandfather, my loving, caring guardian.
Next, my professional role model, my mentor's mentor.
Well, he's not gone yet, but things are shakey.
And now, my dog.
Yes girl, you've been going a long time. And yes girl, I didn't want you when they brought you around in September 2000.
But that was because you were replacing my other dog Frankie 1991-1999. Who ironically was diagnosed with cancer on September 23rd.
It's January 23rd. I fucking hate the 23rd.
Knowing that you've been on borrowed time doesn't make it any easier.
I can accept that it's time for you to go.
But damn I'm going to miss you.
Damn it, I hate losing people - it leads to missing people.
So I know that every end must come.
But seriously, I don't want to be alone.
And here's some Foo Fighters for my soul. And yes, I made my Sim avatar an emo-goth just for this post. The compilation of death around me brought me to it. And yes that is a skeleton teddy-bear. I wish I had a real one to cuddle.
