Sunday, 14 August 2011

Run free, Willow.

Willow - Rest In Peace, 14/8/2011
This morning, one of my beautiful dogs, Willow, passed away. I was woken from the cries of my mother. I shot downstairs only to find Willow lying on her bed, her body stiff and her eyes glazed. She died happy, with our other dogs in her warm house.
I've struggled all morning to come to terms with the fact that she's gone. I had to stroke her and kiss her head one last time. She was so cold and lifeless. I just can't get over the fact that she's gone.
Never before have I met such a docile, gentle dog. A dog who appreciated every shred of attention you gave to her. She would stand by your side, her head pressed against your hip and wouldn't leave until you'd stopped stroking her. Even at her older age, she was a playful pup. Snapping at the air and shaking her head around, excited for walks and strokes.
Saying my last goodbyes to her was... torture to say the least.
I'm going to miss her so much, and I'll never stop loving her. I'm just glad she's getting cremated and we'll always have a piece of her with us.
Run free, Willow. I love you.

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Stop being so sane.

Hooooowdy-doodly-do.
I realise I haven't blogged in quite some time, but hey. Things to do, people to see. That, and I have zero motivation for these kind of things.
I've been oh so poor lately, but finally I've been paid and I'm enjoying having money once more. New stuffs!?

I'm... kind of in a split mood at the moment. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I'm thinking. It's like being an old person.
Scared and confused.
Alongside this, I feel the urge to talk to new people.
Make new friends. Or just to talk.
Anyone who knows me, knows I love to talk crap and just have fun. I just find it very hard to do this with alot of people. There are very, very few people I can talk to for hours on end without any "proper" discussion.
People of the internet. Learn to talk shit more. Thanks.


Tomorrow is Friday. Considering going to Belfast and registering myself on the electoral roll, simply for another form of ID. Grampapa said he'd pay for my first passport, which is fucking amazing and I appreciate it so much.
Anyway, I'm running out of crap to blog about already, but I'll try and post a rant soon, as I know I have on inside of me. I just don't have the patience to put it into words right now.
To make up for my lack of posting, here's a picture of a dog that REALLY wants a ball.



Perfect.
Sayonara, blog. Missed you, ye' smelly rat bastard.
ps. Cheers for the 6000 blog views. That's pretty cool.