I think about how sad its owner will be when the dog dies. I can't help it. I saw a Jindo at the park, and the owner said he was 10 years old. And I just smiled but it was like the dog and I looked at each other and we both knew that he was going to die soon, but the owner had no idea and when it happened it would hit him like a brick.
After Nikklibikkly died, I was so very sad. I realized that dogs have a pretty short life, compared to, you know, humans. She died at 10 years, and since the way you feel at 20 is pretty much the same as you feel at 30, it felt like her life passed in an instant. But at least I was already an adult. If you get a dog as a 5 year old, the dog will die before the kid goes to college. Poor kid. Better loved than lost or whatever that saying is, by Shakespeare or maybe it's Hallmark, but if I ever got another dog I think I would just look at her face everyday and think "one more day closer to death".
Yes, this is morbid. Time to read Abe Lincoln, Vampire Slayer and go to sleep.
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