Monday, February 6th
My dog Patch was put to sleep. He was an old dog and he lived a good life, well I'd liek to think so. My mom said that they said it was probably a slipped disk, which is why his legs couldn't move.
You try not to let it get to you. But he was a friend of mine for nearly as long as I can remember. And existing day in and day out is fine. But sitting here alone with nothing to do but dwell in my own dark thoughts leads me to an extensive amount of grief. In less than a year both of my dogs have passed away due to some issue caused by old age.
I want to say that given the chance I'd go out there and get another dog. Because they brought me so much joy and happiness. But at the same time there's so much grief involved, so much pain and anguish. I can remember all the times when I was horribly down or sad and I just laid down next to him and felt safe and comforted just by his furry presence. He may not have been the brightest dog but he really was something special.
I'm gonna miss you so much Patch And I'm sorry, so very sorry I couldn't be there for you like I was for Kayla. That I couldn't hold you in your final moments. I love you so much that right now it just hurts. You were an amazing dog and I seriously wish I had spent more time with you these past few weekends and breaks. And I regret it SOOOOOO much not playing with you and hugging you. Now whene'er I go home it's just gonna be so empty. It was bad when Kayla passed away, but I was always closer to you.
... I can't write anymore...
HAKKOTSU NO SHO
(ON THE WHITE ASHES)
In silently contemplating the transient nature of human existence, nothing is more fragile and fleeting in this world than the life of man. Thus we have not heard of human life lasting for a thousand years. Life swiftly passes and who among men can maintain his form for even a hundred years?
Whether I go before them, or others go before me, whether it is today or tomorrow, who is to know? Those who leave before us are as countless as the drops of dew. Though in the morning we may have radiant health, in the evening we may return to white ashes. When the winds of impermanence blow, our eyes are closed forever, and when the last breath leaves us, our face loses its color.
Though loved ones gather and lament, everything is to no avail. The body is then sent into an open field and vanishes from this world with the smoke of cremation, leaving only the white ashes.
There is nothing more real than this truth of life. The fragile nature of human existence underlies boththe young and old, and therefore we must, one and all, turn to the teachings of the Buddha and awaken to the ultimate source of life.
By so understanding the meaning of death, we shall come to fully appreciate the meaning of this life which is unrepeatable and thus to be treasured above all else. By virtue of true compassion, let us realize the irreplacable value of human life, and let us together live with the Nembutsu in our hearts.
- Reading from "Jodo Shinshu Seiten" |