my dead dog

so i watched marley and me on sunday afternoon with my sister, brother-in-law, and neice. the movie was pretty much what i expected it would be. funny. heartwarming. sad. blah blah blah. what did surprise me was, apart from the fact that wilson and aniston dont age at all in the movie, when it's clear a lot of time passes, that it made me think. a lot.

as i watched the dog get older, and knowing he was going to die before the movie was over, i couldnt help but ask myself: would i rather watch my beloved pet die slowly, or lose it abruptly (i.e. getting hit by a car)?

the one time i could take owen wilson's character seriously in the movie (i mean, c'mon, he doesn't play a father well, nor do i buy him as a successful columnist) was when he had to call home and tell his wife that the dog was in bad shape. i pictured myself having to make that decision, and it actually made me feel terrible. then when they showed the dog be euthinized (seriously, you're going to show people the dog actually dying?), i couldnt help but buy into the sappy shit that was this movie.

then it was all blown when they had the kids read their "letters to marley" after he buried the dog. it was just awkward.

i think it would be hard to watch my pet die slowly, but at least that way i would know i had all the time with it possible. i know pets are just animals, but at the end of the day they really are the only things that u can depend on loving you. no matter what. and to lose a pet like that abruptly would suck worse than having to take it to the vet to put it out of its misery.

either way, all "marley and me" did was depress me. there is was, enjoying a nice day with my neice, and that damn movie had to make me aware of the fact that im probably going to be at college when my currently 12 year-old dog, Rose, dies. my dad will call me, and it'll put me in a down mood for the rest of the day.

so thanks, "marley and me" you just showed me the future in a way. gotta love happy endings, right?

oh, wait...