User blog comment:Goldenshane/"Cause All Too Soon, the Clock Will Strike Midnight... And He'll Be Gone.../@comment-3029146-20110618033646

... I hope I type this right because when I'm crying, my eyesight's too blurry:

I'm really, really about what happened. Since I'm such a puppy person, you know why I'm so sad. Well, not actually. Y'see, I can really really relate to how sad this was... I know:

We use to have this dog, Miranda. Dad got her for Mom at Christmas, when she was just a pup. Well, eventually, I came along and so did another pup, Ginger.

Miranda was an older puppy then and even though I never played with her much, I never neglected her. It'd be graceless and cruel of me to do that. I'd stroke her fur, she'd snuggle us, and we loved her, period.

Yet, there was a problem: Miranda was limping a lot. She had to get part of her fur shaved for surgery. Oh, I can still see those scars, those band-aids that I thought looked like bone. Eventually, when I went camping with my old friend, we got a call that she died.

I broke down completely at our backyard funeral.

Eventually, Ginger followed and we didn't get new puppies that quickly. While my pups Molly and Lucy Loo remain closer to me, I still miss Miranda and Ginger. It was almost as if... they were connected enough to die together. Whenever I pass by the graves, that wooden angel for a tombstone haunts me enough to cry thin tears.

But they're in a better place and trust me, your dog is, too.

...God, I'm getting depressed. Well, I better leave before I sound too self-centered to the point of disgusting you.

Deepest sympathy, Crystal Twilight