Einige von euch, insbesondere diejenigen, die glauben, kürzlich einen Hund an den "Tod" verloren zu haben, werden das nicht wirklich verstehen. Ich hatte eigentlich nicht den Wunsch, es zu erklären, aber ich werde nicht für immer da sein, also muss ich.
Hunde sterben nicht. Sie wissen nicht wie. Sie werden müde und sehr alt und ihre Knochen schmerzen. Natürlich sterben sie nicht. Wenn sie es täten, würden sie nicht ständig spazieren gehen wollen, lange nachdem ihre alten Knochen gesagt haben: "Nein, nein, keine gute Idee. Lass uns nicht spazieren gehen." Nein, Hunde wollen immer spazieren gehen. So sind sie nun mal. Sie laufen.
Es ist nicht so, als würden sie deine Gesellschaft nicht schätzen. Im Gegenteil, ein Spaziergang mit dir ist alles für sie. Ihr Boss und die kakophonische Geruchs-Symphonie der Welt. Katzenkacke, Markierungen von anderen Hunden, ein verfaulender Hähnchenknochen (Jubel) und du. Das ist es, was ihre Welt perfekt macht und in einer perfekten Welt hat der Tod keinen Platz.
2015/09/18
This Is Why Dogs Never Die
THIS IS WHY DOGS NEVER DIE. THIS GUY NAILS IT.
Some of you, particularly those who think they have
recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no
desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get
tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they
did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old
bones say: “No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.” Nope dogs always
want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons
collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.
It’s not that they dislike your company. On the
contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacophonic
symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting
chicken bone (exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and
in a perfect world death has no place.
However, dogs get very, very sleepy. That’s the thing,
you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain
about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget
that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and
people just talk a lot.
When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen
asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging its tail madly, you see,
and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not
cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest? Ouch! Wap wap wap wap
wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say:
“Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart,
the best place.”
When they fist fall asleep, they wake up all the time,
and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap wap wap. After a while
they sleep more (remember, a dog while is not a human while). You take your dog
for walk; it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s
a wee, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another
walk. No WONDER they love walks).
Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your
heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they
sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life,
and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time,
particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and
don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you
are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart,
they will sleep longer and longer.
But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead”. There’s no
such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up,
usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.
I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping
in their heart. You’ve missed so much.
Excuse me, I have to go cry now.
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