I had such a weird dream last night.
I went to a @30secondstomars gig and the guys were talking to fans outside. Shannon was dressed up in a tiger mascot outfit and I scratched under his chin.
We all went in and the gig started with the support act but an electrical fire broke out and we all had to leave quickly. I wandered outside and saw Shannon who had no clue what was going on and was still dressed in a tiger mascot outfit. another fan kept trying to hug him but he was having none of it at all so she moved him so his back was to the rest of us. I woke up when I punched her.
I’ve been having so ma y weird ass dreams. If anyone has ANY CLUE what these mean. Please let me know.
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Today we made a tough choice and we said goodbye to my little scoobs as he went into his forever sleep. We buried him him in my grans back garden and he has his own little grave that I can visit.
I walked into my house and collapsed. It’s wrong that he wasn’t there. Isn’t there. Won’t be there again for me to cuddle and fuss and play. He was a little shit but he is my little shit.
I don’t want to be in the house but leaving means coming back to an empty house.
It’s not fair that I won’t get any more memories with him. It’s not fair that tonight if I get any sleep I won’t wake up to him kicking me or even biting me. I won’t wake up to his little face or him standing on me. I don’t get any more chances to show him life isn’t all bad and he’s loved so much.
I hope, wherever he is, he knows how much we all loved and continue to love him and won’t hold it against us when we eventually get another dog.
I miss you, you little shit. Love you. Rest In Peace. I’ll see you in another life but feel free to visit me in the mean time.