My dog will be 13 years old in December. He's an Akita and statistically they live until the age of 12. His age is showing. He has difficulty walking and if he's lying on the linoleum of the kitchen floor he needs to crawl to the carpet (for friction) in order to stand.
If I wasn't a junkie motherfucker perhaps I could make his daily life easier. I would have money to pay for medication and procedures.
He's a fuckin' trooper though. He takes struggle in stride. I have never admired or respected anyone more than this guy. He displays true love to me and, yeah, I guess he has no choice since I'm all that he knows but DAMN he deserves better. My love for drugs, my self-centeredness, my insatiable need for more has most certainly affected his quality of life.
Does he feel the love I have for him? Most definitely. Do I feel the unconditional love he has for me? No doubt. The thing is... its too late for me to take him out to experience the world beyond my junkie eyes. I've passed the time frame for taking him to doggie parks. My fucked up mentality prevents us from just sitting on the grass and watching the world.
He deserves more and I can't give it to him because I've wasted my time chasing coke and dope (or ANYTHING to get me high). I don't have the resources that normal folks have to apply preventative maintenance to make his movements easier.
I'm sorry you got stuck with me, my friend. I know you feel my love but love just isn't enough sometimes. Love doesn't heal fragile joints. Love doesn't heal hot spots on feet.
Dude, thank you for being in my life. If it wasn't for you I would be dead by now. Its not that death bothers me but you have prevented me from taking myself out because even though I'm not the greatest, I know you would be so confused without me. I've experienced some nice times because of the extension of life you have provided me.
I only wish I could break this selfishness and perhaps help your final years be easier. These drugs keep me away from my responsibility to you and I'm sorry. I deserve pain for the avoidable hardships I've caused you to endure.
Selfish. Junkie. Motherfucker. Again.
If I wasn't a junkie motherfucker perhaps I could make his daily life easier. I would have money to pay for medication and procedures.
He's a fuckin' trooper though. He takes struggle in stride. I have never admired or respected anyone more than this guy. He displays true love to me and, yeah, I guess he has no choice since I'm all that he knows but DAMN he deserves better. My love for drugs, my self-centeredness, my insatiable need for more has most certainly affected his quality of life.
Does he feel the love I have for him? Most definitely. Do I feel the unconditional love he has for me? No doubt. The thing is... its too late for me to take him out to experience the world beyond my junkie eyes. I've passed the time frame for taking him to doggie parks. My fucked up mentality prevents us from just sitting on the grass and watching the world.
He deserves more and I can't give it to him because I've wasted my time chasing coke and dope (or ANYTHING to get me high). I don't have the resources that normal folks have to apply preventative maintenance to make his movements easier.
I'm sorry you got stuck with me, my friend. I know you feel my love but love just isn't enough sometimes. Love doesn't heal fragile joints. Love doesn't heal hot spots on feet.
Dude, thank you for being in my life. If it wasn't for you I would be dead by now. Its not that death bothers me but you have prevented me from taking myself out because even though I'm not the greatest, I know you would be so confused without me. I've experienced some nice times because of the extension of life you have provided me.
I only wish I could break this selfishness and perhaps help your final years be easier. These drugs keep me away from my responsibility to you and I'm sorry. I deserve pain for the avoidable hardships I've caused you to endure.
Selfish. Junkie. Motherfucker. Again.