Life

I witnessed the fragility of life today.

It was terrible.

I was driving down Bockman on my way to Chabot to sell back some books (which they didn't even buy back! those bitches.) when I saw this Hispanic mother and her two daughters on the sidewalk. It seemed as though their little white doggy had gotten out and they were trying to catch him. then the saddest thing happened: the little dog darted into the street and under the wheels of a PG&E truck. The poor little guy was crushed from the neck up and his little tail was wagging and back legs were still kicking (most likely due to stray nerve impulses being translated as muscle movements). I almost got sick when i saw it happen. I still keep picturing that poor little dog dying and its family watching him helplessly. After the initial shock, I immediatly started bawling. I couldn't help myself. I kept thinking about about the dog, the family, and the poor driver who couldn't stop in time. He pulled over after it happened, but I can only imagine how guilty he felt.

I understand that it was "just a dog" and these things "happen all the time" but I personally consider my dogs a part of my family and I would be devastated to whitness their untimely and gruesome deaths. I would fall apart.

It really made me consider how quickly life can end. We are all a breath away from the end of our lives and we really should live life to the fullest. That little dog was happily running along when he met his end and I'm sure, like most dogs, he loved and lived his life to the fullest.

In other words, love, laugh, and appreciate what you've got, you never know when it will all be taken away.


poor little doggy. He's in heaven with Charlie now...