I took this picture of my dog last year. He was put down today, because somehow he became paralyzed yesterday. Dachshunds are known for having back problems, but he was doing pretty well for being 18 years old. I just wanted to write a little bit about him so that I can ensure that I remember details about him in the future.
I remember getting Rex for Christmas. He was my last present that year and my family put him in a box. They say I was two years old, but even if I wasn’t, I can’t remember my exact age. I guess there’s probably a Polaroid or two of that night with a date written on it somewhere. This is hard to write. I knew he was old, but I never expected him to go like this. I always imagined I would wake up one morning and he would be gone. He wasn’t in pain, but he couldn’t continue that way. One thing that’s always stuck with me was what he did the year that it snowed really heavily. It was the year we got like a foot of snow. It was too tall for him to see over, so he would hop like a rabbit over the top, land in it, hop back up, and repeat again to move around. He was so free and happy that day. I hope he is now, too. He used to run really fast from one side of the yard to the other to bark at passing vehicles or people. That being said, he never was mean to people if they came inside. He loved everyone. I remember that he also used to look up into the sky and bark and chase airplanes. I haven’t remembered that in a while. We used to say the word “bird” to him and he would look up into the sky. I can’t really remember Rex ever playing with toys, even though I know he did. That’s why I’m writing this, because one day I know I won’t remember the things I’m typing out. I can barely even remember some of them as it is. He would play with me in a way I’ve never seen any other dog do. I would lay on the ground and hit my hands on the ground, then he would come at me prancing almost and gnaw or scratch at me. When he was younger he would do it from far away, but as he got older, he would only do it if he was close. He lost most of his sight, but not all.  I also used to roll him on his back and “tickle” him by gently pressing the sides of his stomach and also the bottoms of his paws. He would twist side to side like a worm, get up, and take off running.
I can picture him sitting up on his back two legs begging for food. That’s another ability he lost with age. Within the past year he use a shrill bark as his way to beg. He would bounce off the ground every time he barked. I also used to howl with him when he was younger, or I would play a keyboard or something and he would howl. He loved the outdoors. He would hunt for frogs in the garden all day. Fuck, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever wanted to write. I’ve had to take three breaks and it’s taken me 2 hours just to write what I have now. Just two days ago, he was in my room smelling my boots after I had been out in the rain and now he’s gone forever.  

I started writing all of that at four o’clock. I took a break and its now almost 12 a.m. I can’t write anymore and I don’t want to edit it. I miss you, Rex. I love you.

I took this picture of my dog last year. He was put down today, because somehow he became paralyzed yesterday. Dachshunds are known for having back problems, but he was doing pretty well for being 18 years old. I just wanted to write a little bit about him so that I can ensure that I remember details about him in the future.
I remember getting Rex for Christmas. He was my last present that year and my family put him in a box. They say I was two years old, but even if I wasn’t, I can’t remember my exact age. I guess there’s probably a Polaroid or two of that night with a date written on it somewhere. This is hard to write. I knew he was old, but I never expected him to go like this. I always imagined I would wake up one morning and he would be gone. He wasn’t in pain, but he couldn’t continue that way. One thing that’s always stuck with me was what he did the year that it snowed really heavily. It was the year we got like a foot of snow. It was too tall for him to see over, so he would hop like a rabbit over the top, land in it, hop back up, and repeat again to move around. He was so free and happy that day. I hope he is now, too. He used to run really fast from one side of the yard to the other to bark at passing vehicles or people. That being said, he never was mean to people if they came inside. He loved everyone. I remember that he also used to look up into the sky and bark and chase airplanes. I haven’t remembered that in a while. We used to say the word “bird” to him and he would look up into the sky. I can’t really remember Rex ever playing with toys, even though I know he did. That’s why I’m writing this, because one day I know I won’t remember the things I’m typing out. I can barely even remember some of them as it is. He would play with me in a way I’ve never seen any other dog do. I would lay on the ground and hit my hands on the ground, then he would come at me prancing almost and gnaw or scratch at me. When he was younger he would do it from far away, but as he got older, he would only do it if he was close. He lost most of his sight, but not all. I also used to roll him on his back and “tickle” him by gently pressing the sides of his stomach and also the bottoms of his paws. He would twist side to side like a worm, get up, and take off running.
I can picture him sitting up on his back two legs begging for food. That’s another ability he lost with age. Within the past year he use a shrill bark as his way to beg. He would bounce off the ground every time he barked. I also used to howl with him when he was younger, or I would play a keyboard or something and he would howl. He loved the outdoors. He would hunt for frogs in the garden all day. Fuck, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever wanted to write. I’ve had to take three breaks and it’s taken me 2 hours just to write what I have now. Just two days ago, he was in my room smelling my boots after I had been out in the rain and now he’s gone forever.

I started writing all of that at four o’clock. I took a break and its now almost 12 a.m. I can’t write anymore and I don’t want to edit it. I miss you, Rex. I love you.

Originally from Life

I’m so happy to be alive. What a great opportunity it is to be able to experience.

I set this complete up Friday, January 17th. Switched back to Ace trucks because I hate how Indy changed their geometry from the Stage Tens to the Stage Elevens. Elevens have a lower kingpin, which means no washers can be added when using aftermarket (Bones Hardcore) bushings. This means the hanger can freely move since there isn’t enough pressure between the bushings to keep it steady, resulting in an ever changing turn radius.

I set this complete up Friday, January 17th. Switched back to Ace trucks because I hate how Indy changed their geometry from the Stage Tens to the Stage Elevens. Elevens have a lower kingpin, which means no washers can be added when using aftermarket (Bones Hardcore) bushings. This means the hanger can freely move since there isn’t enough pressure between the bushings to keep it steady, resulting in an ever changing turn radius.

A happy Mr. Boy while getting a belly rub, his favorite. Post-adoption by Jamal

A happy Mr. Boy while getting a belly rub, his favorite. Post-adoption by Jamal

Sometime in November, I think. I haven’t cut my hair since then and I plan on growing it out

Sometime in November, I think. I haven’t cut my hair since then and I plan on growing it out