BraindumpReflecting on the Loss of Phoebe
Summary:
- The speaker is grieving the loss of their pet, Phoebe.
- Feelings of sadness and anger are expressed regarding her passing.
- The speaker reflects on their emotional struggles and self-punishment through drinking wine.
- Phoebe hid in the garage when she was unwell, seeking solitude.
- The speaker reminisces about trying to understand their own identity separate from their pet.
Content:
So, we lost Phoebe today, and I'm driving home right now with her in the back of my car, in the back of her room. And I'm feeling really sad. I'm feeling really angry. This is what it with myself. When she started feeling bad, I was in my feels and was drinking wine to drink wine rather than appreciate it, stay up late to self-punish myself. I don't know. And she had gone and she had hid in our garage, and when she did that, I was... I don't know. I mean, I do. I was trying to figure out who I am, what makes me me, and separate from Sam.
What are my own interests? What are my own passions? She was hiding. She was trying to be alone because she really didn't feel good. And I found her around 5:30 a.m. and I rushed her to the vet. I should have frustrated. I was frustrated in the moment that I didn't push harder for her to be admitted, but her blood work wasn't showing anything, and she was alone.
- The speaker is grieving the loss of their pet, Phoebe.
- Feelings of sadness and anger are expressed regarding her passing.
- The speaker reflects on their emotional struggles and self-punishment through drinking wine.
- Phoebe hid in the garage when she was unwell, seeking solitude.
- The speaker reminisces about trying to understand their own identity separate from their pet.
Content:
So, we lost Phoebe today, and I'm driving home right now with her in the back of my car, in the back of her room. And I'm feeling really sad. I'm feeling really angry. This is what it with myself. When she started feeling bad, I was in my feels and was drinking wine to drink wine rather than appreciate it, stay up late to self-punish myself. I don't know. And she had gone and she had hid in our garage, and when she did that, I was... I don't know. I mean, I do. I was trying to figure out who I am, what makes me me, and separate from Sam.
What are my own interests? What are my own passions? She was hiding. She was trying to be alone because she really didn't feel good. And I found her around 5:30 a.m. and I rushed her to the vet. I should have frustrated. I was frustrated in the moment that I didn't push harder for her to be admitted, but her blood work wasn't showing anything, and she was alone.