So I'm Still SadAnd I've blown up at my little brother. He had his friends over fixing up the van (penance for killing the dog) and they got paid. And then they ate our damn food up and littlest sister and mother didn't eat. And then he started smoking foul ass smoke around me and complaining about how you could tell the chili was canned chili and petting the other dog...and I blew up and said something about how he should get the fuck out of my face.He was going to say something but I interrupted by saying, "Or you could kill the other dog." He wanted to hit me but instead chose to cry. Mom saw the whole thing and was indifferent. I cried when I signed on here and saw Izzy's face and noticed the date the picture was taken. So...we're still a mess. ...and I'm really harboring bad feelings towards the brother and his friends. Since, guess what, they knew she was out there! He "forgot" about her. He didn't hook her up or have her on a leash! So many ways to have prevented her death, asshole. So...that's not the point of this journal. All that anger (and it's a lot) and bile will go away or I'll fucking tear his head off. Either way the point was this. It started here of all places. I was looking this up because I've known countless family members and a few friends now who've died. And previously the closest to really ever get under my skin was Elijah's death. A lot of that had to do with his age, his previous health, and the fact that they couldn't afford to bury their own son. But that's the only time in dozen of funerals and deaths that I've ever cried for anyone's passing. And then I'm totally ruined by a dog I didn't even know for a year. So what the fuck, right? I'd just began reading when I saw this: In the absence of a common belief, many pet owners have adopted feelings towards the Rainbow Bridge, a metaphorical or mythical place of reunion where pets that die live in a paradisical version of limbo, rejuvenated and free of pain and suffering, until their companion humans or other animals arrive in the course of time. At this point, they enter heaven as companions and loved ones, never to be divided again. In many pet-related communities, pets who have died are often referred to as being At the bridge or ATB. And now I hate people again. What the flying hell! Does it hurt to lose a pet you love? YES. Does that mean fucking abandon all reason and believe in GUMDROP LAND! NO! Also there already is a Rainbow Bridge it's called the Bifrost Bridge and you try to explain to Heimdall why there's a goddamn hamster crossing from Midgard! I just checked wiki to see if I used the correct Norse god in that joke, I DID! Points for me. But seriously, what the hell, guys? I guess a kind lie is better than the hard truth (your pet's dead and gone forever) but.... ....wouldn't you rather fucking take the hard truth, deal with it, come to terms with it, and move on instead of holding on to a weird completely made up in the last decade story about a Rainbow Bridge pet heaven? What makes it all the sadder and scarier is that it was a fucking poem first quoted online in 1992 and finally published in book form in 1998. And now in 2009 people believe in this shit! ...it's the opposite of healthy! A person's way of healing was to create a poem about meeting his pet in the afterlife, nice concept and it probably helped a great deal. And now people believe the damn thing enough that it has it's own wiki page! Of course, it's an easy jump isn't it? On one site I went to (I'm all about research, friends and neighbors) with a creepy bit of music and way of referring to dead pet (they call them furbabies, I know right?). they have a list of scripture that leads one of assume that animals go to heaven. So you tie that into Christianity, which is a major goddamn religion and suddenly believing in nice Rainbow Bridge Pet Day Care system isn't as big of a pill to swallow. I guess, at its core it's trying really hard to help people. And that's sure and noble. But I'm guess what's putting me off on the whole thing is that it's not true. Any help given based on a lie is no help at all. When you say, "Things will get better" that's not a lie. Human's just aren't built to be miserable all the damn time. You'll get fucking better sooner or later. ...er...emotionally. Illnesses tend to kill you. But saying that your pet waits for you in subheaven (worse because of all the damn noise from those the floor above you)...well that's no help at all! They even go out of their way to not help by saying your pet misses you and waits constantly. Making your pet, yes, Seymour from Futurama.  I'm walking on sunshine and I will wait for you. How is that better! Also you're now stuck in a denial phase of thinking you'll meet again! That's not better! If it's one thing I'd like you to take away from this journal it's.... Foolsfolly in a bad Dr. Tran voice: "It's not better!" Thanks for Reading.  Also it's been pointed out to me that Nibber's shadow can be seen. So..that's probably how they'll continue the show after Wild Green Yonder. |
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