The Catharsis of Mourning Another’s Loss

8 years ago

( — After putting it off for more than a year, I finally read the last three chapters of Marley & Me, in anticipation of the film release later this month. I don’t mean to
be giving any spoilers here, but the dog dies at the end, as dogs are
wont to do. And it’s not a particularly horrible death except for the
horribleness that is death.

I bawled. I’m still sniffling, tears sneaking out despite my best
efforts to remember that (a) it’s not MY dog and (b) it happened years
ago and (c) he had a good long life for a dog anyway, with people who
clearly loved him, so it’s not that sad. Those things mean NOTHING.
Marley’s death is possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever read, and I’ve
read a lot of sad stuff.

I think what did it for me was thinking about Murphy and what a bad
dog he is even though he tries to be good. Murphy is Marley in mastiff
form. And as much as he drives us crazy with his insane behavior and
his eating everything that’s not nailed down (and some things that are,
come to think of it; case in point, the patio steps), when he goes it
will be gut-wrenching.

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