Sigh. I'm in a funk. The human's mother passed around Christmas , so life has been a little different lately. I sure will miss my grandmom actually. I had real respect for that human. Despite my tiny size she really treated me larger than life. I just spent time with her at Thanksgiving and she made me real turkey dinner. (Not that crappy processed dog food her daughter feeds me.) I've just been sitting around the house lately feeling as blue as anything because the human is so sad. I haven't even answered my fan mail.
My boyfriend, Buford the basset hound has been comforting me, but it seems he is sad too. All he does is sleep. I would say that is depression, but he does that anyways. We just don't know quite how to feel about it.
I sit and ponder the meaning of life, and wonder why humans are so sad when someone dies. To me, they are lucky to have had half a lifetime with someone, or sometimes most of a lifetime which is remarkable. For us dogs, we only have but a few years, a mere fraction of most human's lives. How do you think we feel?
Frankly I stress when the human stresses and lately I can't seem to get a good night's sleep, so I find myself sleeping during the day. What am I, turning into a vampire?
So, I guess it's just one day at a time right now. I wait for things to change around here, but I know it won't be today. Instead of crying, I wish they were happy about how much time they had with the person while they were alive. I guess some things dogs just don't understand.
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