My friend’s dog died on Saturday. I don’t know all the details but from what I understand it was sudden. She was 8 years old.
I always have in my head that we have about 10 years with Mickey and Kayloo. Not in a morbid way, it’s not like I am always thinking about that time frame. It’s just there, somewhere, in the back of my mind.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. It’s not a very long time. 10 years ago I was 22. I was living in Japan. I was eating tofu and buying cheap platform boots and drinking shochu and dozing on the early morning train home after a night out in Roppongi. And after that life and more school and no more platform boots and marriage and poof. 10 years. Just like that.
Looking at a beloved little creature within the context of a decade drives home for me just how impermanent all… this is. Sometimes good stuff happens, sometimes bad stuff happens… but either way none of it lasts very long.
Who cares about 10 years or 12 years or 20 years if I don’t take right now? If I don’t pay attention 10 years will dissolve in a whir of To Do lists and passive daydreams. If I don’t pay attention TODAY will go by and what will I miss? Who will I miss talking to? Whose fur won’t I get to brush off my pants? How much dog slobber won’t I get all over my hands? Whose stories and songs won’t I get to hear?
I’m sorry my friend’s dog died on Saturday. I’m so sorry.