I wait for my dog to die.
Waiting is not a cause of death. You never see it written on a birth certificate. Cause of death: waiting. It almost sounds funny but I feel like waiting will be the cause of mine. What am I waiting for? For my dog to die.
I lost my home. It was messy it was rough but I kept my dog. I almost wish I hadnāt. I canāt provide for Bitter. When I had house and a job and friends and a functioning life with a purpose, I used to joke about getting a dog called sweet, then salty and Iād continue getting dogs until I ran out of money. Itās ironic that I ran out of money after one dog. It wasnāt Bitterās fault weāre out here, on the streets. There was just a series of bad events that after each one I was like surely it canāt get worse than this? Yet it did. Every single time until I was left with nothing. Nothing but a dog and a sleeping bag someone gave me because āI look cold.ā
I donāt want Bitter to die but he should have peace. Heās old, heās always shivering, every breath sounds like his last. Heās changed but I guess I did too. Bitter used to be leap to catch balls in the air, wag his tail at the sight of a treat. I wouldnāt even expect him to move let alone leap in the air now. Heās lifeless but so am I. I wouldnāt even say weāre living anymore. Thereās nothing to look forward to. We just exist watching everyone else passive-aggressively speed walking to work or struggling carrying heavy groceries to the bus stop. They have something we donāt. A purpose. Something to strive for, something to motivate them. A promotion, a wedding, an achievement. I donāt have anything. Thereās no chance of me having any of those. Sometimes I feel like I donāt exist. Iām just here observing the world but then someone will drop a couple of coins in my pot which reminds me I am actually here. I thank them and they move on with their lives and progress. I have nothing to progress. I donāt celebrate my birthday, my dogs birthday, I donāt even count the days anymore. The only event left in my life is my dogs death then mine. Maybe itās selfish that I keep him here with me instead of donating him to a shelter. I only have two events left in my life.
I wait for my dog to die then I wait for me to die.