My Black Dog

Ali's Dairy Life:

A lot of people can relate to this, I’m sure!

Well written.

Originally posted on diaryofamessylife:

My black dog is never friendly and it never wags its tail in greeting me. Instead it comes skulking and growling, and I reel back in wariness when its bark can be heard in the distance. It is a nasty creature that lurks darkly in the back of my world and even when it’s not around I am sometimes anxious and afraid it will make an unwelcome return visit.

It creeps around and I don’t notice that it is there. Before it makes its presence known, it nips and bites at me, and though I have the scars from its past attacks, I somehow don’t recognise it at first. By now I should be able to smell its rancid, doggy smell, but somehow it always fools me into forgetting. I should hear it on the stairs when I’m sitting drinking. I should know it needs feeding when I start my…

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If I should die before I wake

Ali's Dairy Life:

This would be one of the best blogs I’ve read ever! Death is something we all have to face at some time. Are your thoughts this concise?


Originally posted on diaryofamessylife:

I don’t have a will, and I know I should have one.  It’s been one of those “I must do that” things that live in a long, long list of similar tasks in my head.  Given that I have put quite a bit of thought into what I want to happen when I do croak it, I should actually do something about it.  It’s more a list of what I don’t want.

I don’t want people to “celebrate” my life at my funeral.  I want them to be bloody devastated.  I want weeping. Lots of it and at a good volume. I want people to speak of their loss, how fabulous I was and how completely robbed they all feel that my life was extinguished.  I want sad, evocative music played that makes people cry (Suede’s “The Next Life” is top of the list). I don’t want any unflattering photos…

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