My dog Casey died tonight. Hes been my best friend since I was about 12 years old. So he was a ripe 12. Which is amazing, by yellow lab standards. I was really bummed tonight, but I don’t think itd actually hit me. The rest of my family is crushed too. Were a big dog family, so it was pretty much like losing a brother or a son to us. I wish I could’ve been there with him, dad said he went happily and peacefully.
I stayed at the studio for most of the night, and I wanna say thanks to everyone that tried to cheer me up. It means a lot.
I ended up going home around 12:30 and dicked around on the internet for a few hours, trying not to think about it.
I was sitting in my bed playing ukulele, when I played a song I used to always play when I was younger, and I started singing it. “I’ll see you in my dreams” by Joe Brown. A great song. I got halfway through the first verse when the words stopped and then came the tears. And I just started bawling. Like a little baby bitch. Straight Ugly Crying. Like when Michael Bluth finally cries in the third season finale of arrested development. It wasn’t pretty. It’s finally hit me that my best buddy’s gone. And that sucks.
But Casey was a dog that I have never seen sad. Even up to his last days where he couldn’t walk, and would only eat chicken soup, he’d always have this big dopey dumb beautiful dog smile, and that’s how ill remember him. As the dog that would wait for me to come home from a late night projection shift and wouldn’t let me go to bed unless I laid on the kitchen floor with him first. Or as the reason my windows inside my car were permanently covered in slobber.
Dogs aren’t just pets. They’re family
I miss you buddy, but I’ll see you in my dreams.