u/LimpSomewhere8125

Me and my mother were arguing the other day. I forgot what about, but while she was yelling at me, she said “ something something something *Outcome*“. The moment that word was uttered, I immediately thought “Oh mah gawh!!! Outcome? AS IN OUTCOME MEMORIES!?!?! I’M OUTCOMING MY MEMORIEZZZZ!!!”. The outcome of those thoughts caused me to smile a little, but I then stopped to resume the arguing. It’s now left some weird but funny memories….

Seriously though, does anyone else smile or laugh when they hear the word Outcome or Memory / memories? Or am I just genuinely Tweeking? 😭

I just came back from Burying him.

My small white dog has been really sick recently. Today in the morning, I woke up and was tasked to look after him and my other dog while my step mother and step brother went to go get our 3rd dog fixed. I relaxed on the couch while (let’s call him buck) was giving me his ball to go catch, and my sick boy (Wo let’s call him) was laying down. He seemed so weak, so I helped him get off and on the couch so he could rest. He layed down right next to me. I comforted and petted him gently for the whole time until I had to go to summer school.

I later got picked up and went to my father’s work place. I was then told there was bad news. He told me that Wo had died. My father is a harsh joker sometimes, so I was smiling in disbelief, hoping it was just another sick joke, and I asked him if he was joking.

He wasn’t.

We finished up and went home. Some context for before Wo died. We have 3 dogs. And the neighbors keep complaining about our dogs barking, so much so that the city or sheriff was called on us. My parents made the decision that we had to give up one of our three dogs, and it was hard to choose who. But it seems that fate chose for us.

We decided to bury him in a big vase. We buried him in it and put a large plant on top of him. So in a way he’s with us. We didn’t bury him in the backyard because we’re planning to move at some point, and at least like this, we can bring him with us.

I saw his body when I got home and petted him for the last time. I’ll never see my little boy again. I looked at him. He was so stiff. He was so cold. I looked at his face.

He seemed so sad. He seemed so lonely. It hurts. At least he’s in a better place now, I hope.

The plant had White flowers which matched his White fur.

I miss him. My heart aches. My heart beats. But it feels like it falters.

I’ll never get to hold him again. I’ll never get to kiss his head again. I’ll never get to pet him again. I’ll never get to see him again.

At least I have no regrets. I gave him all my love. I gave him my attention. I just hope he felt loved and cared for. Despite where we were at. At least the last time I saw him alive, I loved him.

I’ll see you soon lil buddy. I’ll always love you.