I want purpose to my day again; Seattle meant purpose. Seattle meant productivity. But here, I just feel like everything is crawling by so slowly. Maybe I’ve forgotten how to enjoy myself, and luxuriate in the nothingness. I am bored, and wish that I wasn’t. My stop motion film is not as good as I had hoped. My other film is not nearly close to being done. I have scholarship essays to write, an RA application to finish, and decorating to do.
We are putting our dog down tomorrow.
He is old, and had a very long, and full life. He saw my brother come home as an infant. He saw my sister go through her crazy, adolescent years. He saw our family grow up.
I am sad for him to go, but I think that his life has been more vibrant and unconventional than that of any dog’s.
Thank you Cody, for being the best dog our dysfunctional family could ask for.