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bestrooftalkever:

Having relationships with animals is a strange thing. Think about it; a living, breathing thing living in your house. Sometimes when I return home to Pittsburgh, I get reminded how strange that is. I never really got used to getting up in the middle of the night and hearing something approach you in the dark, breathing like it’s ready to kill you.
Vito could do that, though. He was pitch black. That dog could have been a great ninja if he wasn’t so big and lazy. Losing him in our back yard at night was always such a pain in the ass.
I had another dog before. He was much easier to find.
I lost Brad when I was in 8th grade. It was a sudden thing and I wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. It was partly because I didn’t have as close of a connection to him, but I also found out after football practice, if that gives you some idea. I think that being a 14 year old kid made me less susceptible to emotion.
Vito was a different dog than Brad, though. Not only because he weighed in at a giant 180 lbs, but because he was pretty much the coolest dog ever. He was kinda known around the block - a bear of a dog who made every little kid happy and loved swimming almost as much as he sucked at it. A small percentage of my friends and family - let’s say 10% - went straight to him when they arrived and would often have to be coerced to join the humans again.
Having relationships with animals is a strange thing.
When I first heard yesterday that we were going to have to put him down, my first reaction was hoping that my sisters were gonna be ok. As I’ve processed it throughout the day, though, and as I write this, I’m starting to really, really miss him. It’s possible that pursuing art over football made me a little softer. It’s more likely, though, that I’m just more honest with myself about the things that I really enjoy about my life. Not a bad thing.
Either way, gonna miss you Vit.

I grew up with a golden retriever/golden shepherd who was around 120 lbs and pitch black. He died about five years ago, and now I miss him again. I am an only child with a single mother, and she was at work for a large part of my childhood. Zack was there, and he was my buddy.

Having relationships with animals is a strange thing. Think about it; a living, breathing thing living in your house. Sometimes when I return home to Pittsburgh, I get reminded how strange that is. I never really got used to getting up in the middle of the night and hearing something approach you in the dark, breathing like it’s ready to kill you.

Vito could do that, though. He was pitch black. That dog could have been a great ninja if he wasn’t so big and lazy. Losing him in our back yard at night was always such a pain in the ass.

I had another dog before. He was much easier to find.

I lost Brad when I was in 8th grade. It was a sudden thing and I wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. It was partly because I didn’t have as close of a connection to him, but I also found out after football practice, if that gives you some idea. I think that being a 14 year old kid made me less susceptible to emotion.

Vito was a different dog than Brad, though. Not only because he weighed in at a giant 180 lbs, but because he was pretty much the coolest dog ever. He was kinda known around the block - a bear of a dog who made every little kid happy and loved swimming almost as much as he sucked at it. A small percentage of my friends and family - let’s say 10% - went straight to him when they arrived and would often have to be coerced to join the humans again.

Having relationships with animals is a strange thing.

When I first heard yesterday that we were going to have to put him down, my first reaction was hoping that my sisters were gonna be ok. As I’ve processed it throughout the day, though, and as I write this, I’m starting to really, really miss him. It’s possible that pursuing art over football made me a little softer. It’s more likely, though, that I’m just more honest with myself about the things that I really enjoy about my life. Not a bad thing.

Either way, gonna miss you Vit.

I grew up with a golden retriever/golden shepherd who was around 120 lbs and pitch black. He died about five years ago, and now I miss him again. I am an only child with a single mother, and she was at work for a large part of my childhood. Zack was there, and he was my buddy.

Apr

2011

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