Poor daisymay.

One of the greatest lost love stories that probably no one acknowledges is the love between a pet and their owner. They are confronted with love at first sight until both face the ending of a love caused by an unfortunate event.

I was just texting deven, and he went silent until he texted me that one of his dog, daisy, died. Even though she was old, it’s really sad and unexpected for me at least. Even though she wasn’t my dog, i gasped and felt sad when i read his text. In my eyes, all pets are suppose to be alive for eternity. I don’t want to know whose pet has passed away; i just want them to be “sent to the farm.” I don’t know how i will be if a pet died around me. When marley died in marley &me, i freaken burst into tears and wanted myself to die. Years ago, my sister’s friend was there when she was putting her dog down (because of old age), and her friend said she cannot think about getting another dog after hearing her dog crying. What the hell. 

I don’t know how some people find hilarity out of pets dying as they’re probably the cruelest type of human being. How do people hunt or skin animals for fur? Pets are probably the most loyal thing anyone can ever encounter. You can spank and yell at them, yet they still love you. You can make fun of them, and they’ll lick your face with love (or as a payback after they lick their ass).

I must admit that daisy was not my favorite dog out of deven’s millions of dogs. I think i wrongfully judged her and stayed distant from her because she was old. I didn’t want to be close to be someone or something that is about to die. It just reminds me of both of my dogs, fatso and homer, reaching to the end of their life-span. I’m so in love with them that i cry every time i think of shit happening to them. I know i’m selfish for feeling this way, for wanting to be away from them right now, yet i don’t know how to cope with death.

I’m going to be reincarnated to a pet who gets abused when i die as i would get punished for being selfish and careless with pets. I would fully understand it. After all, my family taught me to treat pets as if they do not deserve love; therefore, they will be the stress-balls that absorbs any negative moods from any human beings. Why did my parents have to teach me this type of lesson? Damn asians. Daisy will probably hate me because i’ve never been as nice to her compared to the other dogs. Now she’s in doggy-heaven with all the other dogs that i’ve wrongfully loved once. Hopefully, she will forgive my hostile demeanor. I’ll forever be grateful for her to teach me how not only pets but people and anything can disappear any moment; thus it’s up to you to either treat them nicely or badly as the last memory until meeting again (if you ever have the chance to even do that). It just sucks that i had to learn this based on a death. My last words to her were, “Hi pretty girl daisymay!” And this is my first time saying this about a pet: rest in peace, dearest daisy.