2025-0101W-2020 Austin, TX
On the first day of 2020 I decided to try blogging daily beginning with https://surfingtheuniverse.com/2020/01/01/2020-day-1-seeing-is-believing-good-morning-new-universe/. I purposely chose that day to start. I felt a strong urge to do so. I also believed my chances of daily blogging were higher. Starting on a date well known for people trying to change their life and adopt new habits seemed strategic. I still believe in trusting instincts. It’s also important to take advantage of the new year to form new habits. Today, I noticed a very strong urge to restart blogging again, not necessarily daily, but consistently. Let’s see how things play out this time.
Today I definitely woke up in a new universe as well. My friend’s dog passed away last night. I sometimes called him Buddy Ollie. He was in my bathroom this morning until just an hour ago. I didn’t grow up with a pet and so never went through the death of a pet. I’m not including the eight aquariums that my Dad bought and filled with a mixture of fish. Counting the dead fish was a regular morning occurrence for the few weeks afterwards. Today felt strange. I tried to live my life as I normally would. In the background, my mind kept remembering there is a dead dog in my bathroom. His death seemed near the last few days and much closer yesterday. My friend and I were with him as he took his last few spaced out breaths. A couple hours later, the fireworks exploded in the night sky. They burst over the back fence as everyone celebrated the coming of the new year. The loud noises frightened my friend’s two puppies and their bodies trembled as we held them to calm them down.
Being with Buddy Ollie as he passed on reminded me of being with my Uncle when he was near death. I was with my Uncle a few minutes before he died. It was difficult to watch him struggle – he had requested a natural death at home. I left to walk around his house and when I returned, he had taken his last breath. For me, both deaths felt similar. My friend felt an energy move behind her shortly after her dog’s death. It seemed to move to one of her new puppies. While I still ponder the existence of a spirit world, I don’t imagine it being exclusive to humanity.
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