because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Curious Incident of the Dog in the Morningtime

Yesterday was a sad day. On Sunday evening my parents called to say they had made a decision: it was time. The family dog, Harry, was to be put to sleep. 

If you've never lost a pet, this lady can articulate the feeling better than I ever could. All I can say is that my brother and I felt all funny and weird and strange. So knowing that at 9 a.m. yesterday morning it was happening, we decided to sack the day off. We went to be sad in Hampstead Heath instead, where we shared Harry-related memories and laughed at the puppies of strangers and realised that our little friend, the one who we've had in our ever-changing lives for over sixteen years, was gone.

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