There are points in your life when you think you’ve made a friend for life. I’ve stumbled upon those times and I’ve learned that not all of those friends really are for life.
It can happen that you drift apart and some will turn against you.
Just don’t take it the hard way. I think that everything happens for a reason, so there must have been a purpose for them to come in to your life. Don’t regret it. Learn from it. Look at yourself and think about what went wrong. What could’ve been done differently. And don’t hold a grudge against anyone.
And remember! Those who mind, don’t matter and those who matter, don’t mind.
I’ve had a few friends in my life whom I will never forget. But as everything does, some friends leave. That may be for various reasons. And sometimes they come back to us, maybe a little bit different, but true friends never really leave us.
Maybe they leave you after a huge fight and you never see them ever again. Or maybe one of you moves to the other side of the country and you don’t find the time to stay in touch. And sometimes a friend dies. And for me, that’s the worst way to lose a friend. Because you don’t know what the future might have brought you.
I am writing this while visiting two of my lost friends at the cemetery. Cause they may be dead, but my love for them will never die.
And no matter how old I am, I will visit them every year in de last week of April or the first week of May. And I will bring them three red roses.
Even though it’s been seventeen years, I will never forget about them. Cause they didn’t choose to leave…
Sorry again, for not posting anything. Last time I told you my dog wasn’t doing well. He had cancer. Had. He passed away on August 21st, only a week after his seventh birthday. I wrote this on August 22nd.
Crying yourself to sleep is awful, but I did it last night. I also think it’s the first of many nights to come for a while. I had to put my dog to sleep yesterday. My buddy had cancer close to his lungs, which made it hard for him to breath, bark and eat. That’s not how the life of a dog is supposed to be. And to be honest, I saw it coming. I already thought I’d lost him a week ago.
Only a week after his seventh birthday, way too soon if you ask me. And I’m going to miss him., so so bad. I’ll miss the way his ears moved while drinking, the way he played with his towel and stray plastic bottles. The way he winked and the way he cried when he heard an ambulance. But mostly I’ll miss him when I come home and see he’s not there. I’m going to miss him getting on his chair when we told him to look after the house while we were gone. And I’m going to miss the noise he made when he saw me get off the bus after being away for a week.
He won’t be there when I come home from my week at school and he won’t be coming to me for a cuddle anymore.
I’m going to miss my buddy, but it’s better this way. No more pain and no more sickness. Peace at last.
I love you, Foufur. Bye bye baby.
You may think it’s cheesy. I don’t care. It’s how I felt at that moment and I was right. I do miss all those little things. I’m dazzled by the numerous times I expect him to walk in or hear him sigh. It’s so silent at home. So quiet. So empty.