My April Fool
It's Harry's birthday today, he's 3. Which is 21 in dog years. So it makes sense in a way that he's not my dog anymore. Most 21 year olds are off seeing the world and having all sorts of adventures. Then again, many are still at home sponging off the folks.
As soon as we moved to our new apartment, everyone said to me, "Well good, so the Saga is over." Perhaps meaning, finally she will shut up about it. So I've kept quiet and made sure I'm busy. But jeez... I miss that little bastard.
Blogging is just not the same without Harry around to provide content. I have to keep ringing up The Mother and saying, "So, have you done anything funny lately?"
Our garbage bin always stinks because there's no Harry to eat all the leftovers.
My clothes always look clean coz there's no pawprints or bits of fur from being attacked.
We had trouble getting our compensation money. The court ordered they pay us by a certain date, and whaddya know, the day came and went without payment. So we marched up there the next day. The Agent known as Hambone J (due to her upper arms resembling a bulging pink christmas ham) said, "Where's your receipts?"
"What?"
"Well I'm not paying you any money unless you give me receipts for your moving costs. Besides, if it adds up to less I don't have to give you the whole amount."
She fully expected us to agree with this bullshit. Instead we caused a big scene in their office, demanding she hand over the money. My sister had to madly shake the court order in her hand and shout, "IT'S RIGHT HERE IN THE COURT ORDER!" before the bitch finally backed down.
Then we had great battles over getting our bond money back. They called me up with an extremely petty list of Things That Were Wrong in the house, such as "cleaning product residue left on the kitchen sink". We all met up there and went around with a bottle of Spray N Wipe until they were satisfied.
I just wanted to scream at them, they were just so fucking smug and evil. Did they not bloody comprehend the crap they'd put us through? Because of their evilness I LOST MY DOG, dammit, yet they still put us through hell when we moved out.
Here he is the night before he left, sitting on Q magazine with the most retarded expression.
And this was just hours before he went, sulking in the garage after I gave him a bath.
A few weeks back I went up to visit him for the last time. The little bastard didn't seem to recognise me at all. He ignored me and jumped all over his new mum. He wouldn't come over for a hug or anything. I felt so crushed. Rhiannon kept telling me "he's just a dog, and not the smartest one you must admit, of course he's going to forget."
Everyone else keeps telling me to get over it and that I should be greatful that he's liking his new home. But it just hurt so badly when he didn't even come over. I felt like kicking him, "You little turd! I rescued you from the pound when you were all manky with fleas. You're supposed to love me!"
It's such an empty and pathetic feeling, but I hate not being needed anymore. A big part of my life is over, just like that, and it still hurts.
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Does the new place allow pets?
no it's an apartment.
That needed feeling, I know exactly how you feel.
I'd forgotten all about April Fool's Day :-P
Anyway, it does seem to be quite an appropriate day of birth for Harry.
I can only speak for myself, really, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I'm not alone when it comes to why I was glad that your saga with the estate agents was coming to a relatively good end. (I'm sure I could've worded that better.)
I wanted the saga to be over 'cause I really didn't like it that you were going through such shit. I was never bored of reading about it, though, no matter how much or how little you ranted or whinged or lamented or whatever.
Maybe I seemed more interested in the fight with the estate agents, than with your loss of Harry. I'm sorry if I did give that impression. I knew that losing Harry was hurting and distressing you tremendously (and still is), and I didn't want to make it worse by focussing on that all the time (if that makes sense).
But anyway, I'm not at all surprised that you're still really hurting. Just because Harry's a dog, it doesn't mean you get over the loss quickly, or even at all.
I wish you weren't in pain, though. But, given that you are in pain, I hope you are managing to grieve okay, despite what those bastards have done.
Huge hugs for Shauny.
Don't anyone let you feel like you shouldn't be hurting. And I hope it eases soon, and you can remember him with smiles.
You're allowed to be sad, Miss Shauny. It makes me sad that you're sad and I want to make it better and I can't.
But Hurray for the compensation money! buy yourself something really useless. Or edible. Just to show you don't care. yeah!
shauny, i really do feel for you.
the love you have for harry is equal to the love you'd give to a human (an equal but *different* kind of love... i hope). so of course it's going to hurt when he's seemingly forgotten about you. it'll take time to adjust for the loss, just as it would if you'd broken up with a boyfriend of 3 years. it'll just take time, and this way you'll always be able to remember him as a healthy and happy young livewire.
and let's face it, i'm pretty sure i'd rather have a dog like harry in my life than a boyfriend anyway! at least he didn't hog the doona and snore all night...
clementine - definitely a different kind of love! definitelyyyyyy! arrgh! :P
While those disgusting real estate ppl deserve to be made to bend over and grab their ankles, I know that it doesn't ease the hurt of losing Harry. I'm so sorry, Shauny.
oh dear god. i am soooo disowning myself!! :( that's like at least 3 incredibly embarrassing posts on your page alone, in one day.
I MUST BE STOPPED!!
still, glad to hear that we don't have to call the rspca and/or jerry springer about your r/ship with harry :)
Well isn't that just like a boy dog. Found some other crotch to sniff no doubt! I'm sure by now he's regarding you as a long past one night stand.
Pictures of Harry, remeind me of Santa's little helper from the Simpsons.
Well...that sounded cruel... and I was only trying to help...
Dog loss is such a bummer. Especially when they don't have the hollywood reunion ending...
please ignore the previous post. I have no idea where my mind is at this morning.
The only way to feel better is to allow yourself to feel bad, for as long as it takes. I mourned my dead kitty for a whole year, and cried when we left Phoenix because I had to leave him under the grapefruit tree.
It is hard- there is no way around it.