...Bittersweet. · 3:18pm Jul 31st, 2012
My dog is gone, and while I'm glad she didn't have to suffer, and that she lived a good life, I feel embittered.
It truly disturbs me, that all that we love in reality will eventually die. There is no immortality, and there is no evading that truth. It seems unfair, though, that a creature that brings as much joy as a dog, cat, or any other domestic pet, lives such a short life in comparison to the lives of humans, most of whom bring very little joy into this world, seemingly content with spreading hate, greed, and jealousy, among other things.
I apologize for my negativity, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to Away From The Acres, though I promise I will. And for reference, the next chapter will contain the occurrence between Fluttershy and Rarity, before Rarity goes to Sweet Apple Acres, as that might be a spot of some confusion, for any readers.
Sorry to hear that, bud.
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Thank you for your condolences. I really do appreciate every comment I get on anything I make, whether it's an apology for my loss, or a compliment for my writing. In the current state of things, a simple apology can go a long way, so thank you.
"The one absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world -- the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous -- is his dog... a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
"If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
That quote is attributed to George Graham Vest. It's one of my favorites. I am truly sorry for your loss, and hope that you find peace in this.
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A beautiful quote, thank you very much for the sentiment.
Losing someone or a pet that is close is devastating. I've lost a close friend before and all I can really say is that it does get better, the best thing anyone can do is distract. The thoughts will always be there but that does n'tmean that you can't laugh and that you can't enjoy life :)! So take the time you need, and just "make good art"
Perhaps their shortened life span is a reminder to us that we have a very short period of time in which to bring joy to this world before we pass on.
I can't say it well but i'm sorry and i think this says it better.
"The best friend man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son, or daughter, that he has reared with loving care, may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and good name may become traitors to their faith. The money a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our head.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wing, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives his master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when that last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there, by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death."
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Thank you all very much for your sentiments. I've been listening to some good music, and hanging out with family and friends, so I'm doing all right, for now. I really appreciate all of your comments, everyone (or everypony, whichever you prefer).