No one ever told me that when the time comes for losing your best friend, it would be so melancholic and painful.

life never prepares us for death.

Samson is my best friend, he has been with me since my terrible twos and ever since then we could never be seperated. He is my gaurdian angel, always looking out for me, protecting me from strangers, comforting me when i was hurt, healing my wounds, making me smile and laugh, and for making life so joyful. Every morning was a sad goodbye seeing him cry behing the pickled fence as he saw me walk to the bus stop and every afternoon was a happy one when i saw him wagging his tail,happy to see me, and ambushing me with thousands of saliva filled kisses. What more could i ever ask for from a friend? his love for me is endless and his loyalty was something greater than any human person could ever give me. All he asked for in return was my love, not nice cars or brand-name clothes, just my love. A simple hello and a pat on the head would make his day a perfect day. He used to hide under my bed through each thunderstorm, panting and crying. I always used to lay a blanket out over the carpet and sit there and comfort him until we both fell asleep. He suffered to see me go everymorning that he actually succeeded in digging a hole to escape my yard and hijacted my school bus, ah what a glorious morning that was. So many adventures , so many memories ill remember with my best friend. Now he's 14 years old, hanging on longer because his love for us and our love for him is so strong that it keeps storing him with energy. I know one day the time will come for my brother, the one person who will ever really know me who ever really knew me. He doesn't go up the stairs anymore, doesn't always hear me coming through the door, doesn't see all that well, but he still manages to find me and comfort we just the same as when he was a pup. He's got enough of me to break my heart, and i'll never forget him. He will always be a memorial statue in my mind and our bond will never be broken,, and one day i will find him again. And i can't stress the love i feel for him, he's not just a dog, he's a person too on the inside, kind-hearted old man hanging on to the love he can... i'm not ready for him to go yet, but when he does, i'll grieve for him like no other.

Samson and Jmay best friends forever and always... <3

Impossible Love

According to the Real Academy, they define the word impossible as something that does not contain faculty or have any way of occuring or taking place, and they define the word improbable as something that isn't based on a prudent reason. If i had to choose, i would second improbability before impossibility , like anybody else in this world. Improbability hurts less and it leaves a place for hope, the epic kind. It was improbable that David would beat Goliat, but it happened. They said it was very improbable that an African American would live in the white house, but it happened. It was said that the Balck Eyed Peas had a slim chance of getting back together, but it happened. Nadal coming in first place in the tennis atmosphere, a journalist becoming the princess of Spain, the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers, all very improbable, but they happened. Love, relationships, feelings... aren't based on a prudent reason, that's why i don't like to talk about Impossible Love, but improbable love, which by its' defenition means possible. The doubtless fact of something that cannot occur... CAN occur. While there's a possibility, even one out of a billion, it's worth trying.


xoxo...
-[Jmay]-