RIP Me

I haven't been on here for a LONG time - so many other things to do, you know - eating, sleeping, sleeping, walking in the yard, sleeping... But it was time to go yesterday, so I went. I haven't been thinking really well lately, so I didn't really know what was happening when I slipped away from the world.

Dogs don't think like people. We don't worry about death and we don't concern ourselves too much with the future of old age and increasing infirmities. We just are and fortunately, we have owners who look ahead and make life easier for us when it's hard getting up and down the stairs.

I had a long life, long even for a Shiba and I had a really good one, too. I'm glad that I got to live my life surrounded by people who love me. But I think that I'm also glad for death, because living in a frail body that doesn't work right and a mind that slowly shut me off from the real world wasn't much fun and, since I lived in the moment, that slow darkness was who and what I was.

I'm happy that I touched so many people and that my owner was able to write something that rang true for you all. I will always be "The" Misanthropic Shiba and I'm glad that you enjoyed my adventures of the last 16 years.

Goodbye,

Shassi

My day.

I woke up and Mom took me outside. Then I slept on the chair next to the front window. I got taken for a walk. I slept on the couch for a while, but then decided the bathroom was better. It's cooler there. Then I ate some stuff, but Mom was eating something better, so I stared at her until she gave me something. Then I slept on the bed and later, when Mom came in, I went back into the bathroom to sleep. Then I drank some water. I decided to sleep on the couch for a bit before I got to go into the yard again. I hope that they give me some of the stuff they're making on the stove; it smells good. I should stare at them again for a while. Or sleep. But where?

Grrr...

I was sleeping in the house the other day when Bravewolf came to visit and brought another dog with her. It was a Shiba puppy. I started trembling at the smell of him. They didn't let us meet, because they saw how upset I was. I calmed down after he left. I don't like other dogs much. Never did, but now I'm mostly blind and partly deaf (well we're not sure how deaf I am because I've never listened to anyone in my entire life!). I'm glad I live with Bravewolf's mom and aunt. That way I don't have to deal with a puppy bouncing around at all hours!