So I guess it's been exactly one year since my dog and best friend died of cancer, and so I got this done in honour of him:
It's kind of blurry, but trying to take a backwards photo of your own forearm is surprisingly difficult.
It's been a difficult year, always coming home expecting him to come running down the stairs or out of the dining room with some toy in his mouth like a kind of gift, but he's never there, and it feels empty.
It's been one of the most interesting years of my life too, so it sucks to not be able to tell him about it while he's trying to dig through the carpet. Getting the job at SEGA, a company I've been dying to work for for well over a decade, was a real high point of my life, and coming home to celebrate with some booze, ska-punk and Dog-homie would have been ideal, but because he wasn't there, it kind of took the gleam off it a little bit. I could talk for hours about the French girl at work, and the newly discovered Nanao-chan-a-like on the train, and I do talk to my sister about them at great length, but it would have been nice to let him know how utterly confused by these women I am. And regardless of how rude the French girl was to me during the day, seeing him would have made me forget about it all. But then some days we get on great (You can probably understand why I'm so confused by them now), and he would have enjoyed hearing that.
Yeah, I miss him. Terribly. I can still feel his fur under my fingers, and the smell of his paws still lingers in my nostrils, and every noise the house makes sounds like him kicking something while he's dreaming about that damned fox. Fox is also dead. Got hit by a car, and I found him lying in the road on my way home from work. He was a cocky little bastard, so I'm not surprised, but he was the closest thing I had to Dog, so it's kind of sad.
Obiwan and myself were pretty much the same I guess, or at least it felt like that: We both preferred to just chill out, and only ever did our jobs if someone was watching. We also both loved barbeque and ale. The thing I remember most though is that we'd rarely listen to what the other one was requesting, but if we were being serious, nothing even had to be said; we'd just look at each other and both of us knew what we had to do. I guess it was some kind of mutual respect.
Sorry about this post being all over the place, but it all just kind of spilled out at once because I've never really tried to convey it to anyone before.
I'm going to go pour out some Cointreau now (he loved oranges) and try to get some sleep before work. Remember, don't eat the yellow snow.
- [GeekPunk] A.K.A. Darth Canis
It's kind of blurry, but trying to take a backwards photo of your own forearm is surprisingly difficult.
It's been a difficult year, always coming home expecting him to come running down the stairs or out of the dining room with some toy in his mouth like a kind of gift, but he's never there, and it feels empty.
It's been one of the most interesting years of my life too, so it sucks to not be able to tell him about it while he's trying to dig through the carpet. Getting the job at SEGA, a company I've been dying to work for for well over a decade, was a real high point of my life, and coming home to celebrate with some booze, ska-punk and Dog-homie would have been ideal, but because he wasn't there, it kind of took the gleam off it a little bit. I could talk for hours about the French girl at work, and the newly discovered Nanao-chan-a-like on the train, and I do talk to my sister about them at great length, but it would have been nice to let him know how utterly confused by these women I am. And regardless of how rude the French girl was to me during the day, seeing him would have made me forget about it all. But then some days we get on great (You can probably understand why I'm so confused by them now), and he would have enjoyed hearing that.
Yeah, I miss him. Terribly. I can still feel his fur under my fingers, and the smell of his paws still lingers in my nostrils, and every noise the house makes sounds like him kicking something while he's dreaming about that damned fox. Fox is also dead. Got hit by a car, and I found him lying in the road on my way home from work. He was a cocky little bastard, so I'm not surprised, but he was the closest thing I had to Dog, so it's kind of sad.
Obiwan and myself were pretty much the same I guess, or at least it felt like that: We both preferred to just chill out, and only ever did our jobs if someone was watching. We also both loved barbeque and ale. The thing I remember most though is that we'd rarely listen to what the other one was requesting, but if we were being serious, nothing even had to be said; we'd just look at each other and both of us knew what we had to do. I guess it was some kind of mutual respect.
Sorry about this post being all over the place, but it all just kind of spilled out at once because I've never really tried to convey it to anyone before.
I'm going to go pour out some Cointreau now (he loved oranges) and try to get some sleep before work. Remember, don't eat the yellow snow.
- [GeekPunk] A.K.A. Darth Canis
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benten:
i dont only play games by sega lol, i just like sega best. but i also like namco, konami, capcom etc etc lol. i thought the new gta was a return to form for rockstar, it was lowkey and subtle. they used to be stylish, max payne was an amazing game but stuff like bully and manhunt are just about how many people they can offend and arent actually that good as games. x x
benten:
i had the sid hair on my passport for years lol, no one ever believed it was me. x x