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My girlfriend just got a pet dog...and he's a maniac.
It bit me twice and I have a huge mark on my FINGAH! CHARLIE BIT MEH!! In fact, I screamed that out loud when I got bit and my girlfriend started calling the dog charlie.
I actually laughed at that. Albeit jealous and a pained one.
You see, my hound died. And he was right in front of me. The worst part is, I didn't do nothing about it. I returned from Phillipines to Japan, and was greeted by my family there etc.
After celebrations passed and all went back to normal, my attention went to my G. Retriever. He was skinny beyond words, and I suspect that one of my stupid cousins didn't pay full attention to my dog. I even left some money for him to buy food for Reaver!
So, I decided to head to my cousins place in hopes for an explanation. While dressing up, the big furball came up to me and practically begged to join. Soft whining, ears flat back and those brown pleading eyes. . . Who in their right mind wouldn't refuse an offer like that?
A dog-hater, maybe.
Anyway, I was like 'Sure, why not? This is probably our first walk together last time I was here. And that was like, two months ago.'
And our last, I might add.
Since that air-head's house is just a couple of blocks away, I decided to walk leisurely with my dog.
As me and furball walked across a road, a truck went on our way. Apparently he didn't notice it WAS BLUE (or green for that matter) NOT RED.
You can guess what happened. The dog, for reasons unknown to me, went ahead... And. . . y'know. That's why I haven't been online for.. I don't know. One week? Two weeks?
... Death do have a sick sense of humor. Our first meeting, since two months, turned into our last. The only thing that I felt that time was.. what's the word? Regret? Sadness? Anger (at myself for not taking Reaver with me to Phillipines)? Confusion? Shock? Guilt?
Or maybe a mixture of all six?
Thanks for listening (so to speak) to my rant. I haven't opened up to anybody since then, probably lacking the guts to do it.
-U.