So it’s been a little over two weeks since my dear Washington passed away. Not gonna lie… it’s been rough. Habits I’ve developed over the past 11 years no longer have any meaning. Things I’ve grown accustomed to have disappeared. The unfulfilled plans. The unused birthday gifts. And, of course, the questions and regrets. His passing wasn’t sudden in the sense of an accident or anything, but no one expected that his time had come.
Of course, the general state of affairs have done little to improve my mood. From big things like the cruel treatment some police officers inflict on suspects and innocent protestors to little things like waiting and waiting for my manga orders to be shipped.
But ultimately, life goes on. I know that, technically, Washington is “just a dog” compared to the lives lost by violence or illness, but we’ve spent very little time apart over the 11 years since he was adopted. So not having him around has been very lonely. It still brings me to tears, and it likely will forever, just like with my first dog, Buddy. Still, nothing will bring either of them back, and I have to adapt to my new normal — and that includes doing all the things I used to do, like blogging.
I do want to thank all of you who offered condolences and support in my notice. I usually try to respond to all comments on this blog, and while I have been reading them, I just couldn’t respond. Please note that I did read every one and I appreciate your thoughts. I hope you will understand and will accept this as my gratitude.
I’m sure some of you are wondering but may be afraid to ask in fear of sounding insensitive: will I get another dog? The answer is, while I will always love dogs, for multiple reasons, that may not ever happen. But I am glad that, as one of the positive effects of the pandemic, animal adoptions are way up and many shelters are well below max capacity.
And I do hope that if you are in need of a four-legged friend, you will turn to some sort of rescue organization. Both Buddy and Washington came from shelters, and I was fortunate to spend over a decade with each of them. I’m sure you too will find a lifelong best friend. You may unfortunately not meet them as a puppy or be able to have bragging rights as a purebreed, but they will give you something even better: their love — a strong bond that overrides their misfortune for having ended up as a homeless pet. And neither you nor they will ever forget that feeling.