I’ll Miss You Snoopy
It’s around 10:00am on Friday. Today is the day for my best buddy to go. He’s sleeping in my sister’s room at the moment wrapped around in blankets. I’d actually prefer him to be there right now instead of being in my cold room. The other nights, he whimpered at random times throughout the night and I lost a ton of sleep, but last night, he was quietly sleeping.
A part of me feels relieved but a part of me is so scared of losing one of the most precious things I’ve ever had in my entire life. I’m going to miss his little bark that used to annoy me sometimes. I’m going to miss his stubby little tail. I’ll miss his soft fur. I’ll miss him jumping on my bed to hide under the blankets to sleep next to me on cold days.
The joy and company Snoopy brought me when I was alone, depressed, and even happy will be missed so much. I’m not sure how death works, but I’m ready to face it because it is a reality of life. I have to face it. It puts such a depressing twist on my viewpoints of life in general right now.
This is my first death experience. I’ve never had anyone or anything close to me pass away. Yes, I know what I should have felt before I had to face it, but the difference is, it’s me now. It’s this feeling.
I’m not sure what else to write at the moment. The house will be really quiet tonight. It’ll be quiet for a while.
Over fifteen years of the little fuzzball…wow. Time goes by real fast…too fast.
