For the past week or so, I've been very engrossed in this book - Marley and me.
It's a true story about a dog and his owner. When reading about the funny things the dog did, I thought about my precious Scooby and imagined him doing it. They did similar things too. Like stealing food and rummaging the dustbin.
The dog was very loyal, following the owner around most of the times. Just like how Scooby would follow me around the house.
In his later years, the dog fell critically ill and the owner was asked to make a decision. A surgery that he might not make through since he was old, or to put him to sleep which would ease his pains.
I can't imagine myself making that kind of decision. As I was reading the book, Scooby was lying by my side. When I read to the parts when the dog was old and the owner pained him to see his dog in that state, I started crying. When the owner was asked to make that decision, I cried. When the dog finally passed on to Doggie Heaven, I cried.
I can understand how that owner feels. As I was telling Scooby yesterday, I don't ever want to leave him. How I wish he will be immortal. That way, we can always be together.
My eyes are freaking swollen now from all that crying yesterday. How dumb. Crying over a book.
Posted by ang3l-ham at 9:39 AM
