Musings of a Cynical Optimist

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What a good day. People here are so nice and cool about basically everything. I love this place =)

Huge, huge news to announce for the future! Can’t wait to post about it on here.

I’ve never been good at waxing eloquent about such things, but here goes, I guess. 

you never know how you’ll react to something until it actually happens. I’ve always thought I’d be stoic about death when I was older. The only other deaths I’ve experienced that truly tugged at my heart were those of my older dog, Zoe, and of my mom’s parents. All three of these deaths happened when I was relatively young, in second and third grade respectively, so it’s been a good nine years of my life where I haven’t experienced death. When you see reports of people dying in places like Afghanistan and Iraq, death becomes a mere statistic - another fact read in the paper, something that you feel no real emotional connection to. But when it happens to someone you’re close to, you can’t imagine a world without that person or friend.

Tumble was such a huge part of my life. We got him when I was in fifth grade, which was right before my life changed drastically, and I spiraled into a period of depression for a good five years. He was there every step of the way. He would always cuddle up with me or next to my bed to show that he cared, and sometimes I would talk to him, knowing that even though he couldn’t understand a word I was saying, that he knew I was building an emotional connection with him. Hell, maybe I said it so, if it was possible, I could say I could have one single friend (when at times I thought as if I had none) who was always there for me. And he was that one friend who was always there for me. He never had a mean thought in his life toward anyone. He assumed everyone always wanted to say hello, and always brightened up everyone’s day whenever he was around. He was kind, gentle, loving, unwaveringly loyal, and goddamn, he was just the perfect dog. 

Tumble grew up with me. I remember the day we got him perfectly, and I’ll never forget today. From the beginning to the end, I loved him 110 %. From when my sister named him after Tumble rolled off of her lap when we first got him, to when I laid with him last night as he was in great pain and just snuggled with him, I’ll remember it all. 

I’ll always try to be like Tumble: caring, loyal, trusting, loving, and warm-hearted. I feel like I surround myself with a shell a lot of the time so people don’t see this side of me. I’d like to know why, but it’s hard to do that kind of self-examination. But I do try, because if everyone in the world were like my dog, I can truly say that there would be no greater place.

This post may seem like one of mourning, because it is. But it isn’t only that. It’s a celebration of the dog that touched my heart and was, and will always be, my best friend.

Rest In Peace Tumble, the greatest friend I’ll ever have. August 2002- March 2012. I’ll always love you.

• Question: Awman, Ian. I'm really sorry :C - magicfingers
• Answer:

  thanks, danni, I really do appreciate it!

after 9 years, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to put down my dog, Tumble, tomorrow. he is, and will always be, the greatest friend I’ve ever had. 

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trance :)

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Dyro’s going to be huge. Mark my words. Check out this, Metaphor, Daftastic, and Magno. Guy is on fire! Huge electro drop - reminds me of Porter Robison with his breakdowns.

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