A Letter To My Humans On Our Last Day Together

A Letter To My Humans On Our Last Day Together

We never thought this day would come.
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I didn’t sleep much last night after I saw your tears. I would have gotten up to snuggle you, but I am just too weak. We both know my time with you is coming close to its end, and I just can’t believe it how fast it has happened.

I remember the first time I saw you like it was yesterday. You guys were squealing and jumping all around, because you were going home with a new dog. Dad, I can still feel your strong hands lifting me from the crate where the rest of my puppy brothers and sisters were snuggled around my warm, comforting puppy Momma. You held me up so that my chunky belly and floppy wrinkles squished my face together, and looked me right in the eyes, grinning, “She’s the one.”

I was so nervous on the way to my new home, I really didn’t know what to expect. But now, 12 years later as I sit in the sun on the front porch, trying to keep my wise, old eyes open, I am so grateful for you. We have been through it all together.

Twelve “First Days of School.” Losing your first teeth. Watching Mom hang great tests on the refrigerator. Letting you guys use my fur as a tissue for your tears. Sneaking Halloween candy from your pillowcases. Keeping quiet while Santa put your gifts under the tree each year. Never telling Mom and Dad when everyone started sneaking around. Being at the door to greet you no matter how long you were gone. Getting to be in senior pictures. Waking you up with big, sloppy kisses despite the sun not even being up. Always going to the basement first, to make sure there wasn’t anything scary. Catching your first fish. First dates. Every birthday. Prom pictures. Happily watching dad as he taught the boys how to throw every kind of ball. Chasing the sticks you threw, even though it got harder over the years. Cuddling every time any of you weren’t feeling well. Running in the sprinkler all summer long. Claiming the title “Shotgun Rider” when you guys finally learned how to drive. Watching you cry in mom and dads arms before your graduation. Feeling lost every time you went on vacation without me. Witnessing the awkward years that you magically all overcame. Hearing my siblings learn to read. Comforting you when you lost grandma and grandpa. Listening to your phone conversations. Celebrating new jobs. Licking your scraped knees when you would fall. Hearing your shower singing. Sidewalk chalk and bubbles in the sun. New pets. Family reunions. Sleepovers. Watching you wave goodbye to me as the jam-packed car sped up the driveway to drop you off at college. So many memories in what feels like so little time.

When the time comes today, we will all be crying; we won’t want to say goodbye. My eyes might look glossy, but just know that I feel your love and I see you hugging each other. I love that, I love when we are all together.

I want you to remember the times we shared, every milestone that I got to be a part of.

I won’t be waiting for you at the door anymore and my fur will slowly stop covering your clothes. It will be different, and the house will feel empty. But I will be there in spirit.

No matter how bad of a game you played, how terrible your work day was, how ugly your outfit is, how bad you smell, how much money you have, I could go on; I will always love you just the way you are. You cared for me and I cared for you. We are companions, partners in crime.

To you, I was simply a part of your life, but to me, you were my entire life.

Thank you for letting me grow up with you.

Love always,

Your family dog

Cover Image Credit: Kaitlin Murray

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Sorry Not Sorry, My Parents Paid For My Coachella Trip

No haters are going to bring me down.
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This piece is intended to be a satire of an experience at Coachella.

With Coachella officially over, lives can go back to normal and we can all relive Beyonce’s performance online for years to come. Or, if you were like me and actually there, you can replay the experience in your mind for the rest of your life, holding dear to the memories of an epic weekend and a cultural experience like no other on the planet.

And I want to be clear about the Beyonce show: it really was that good.

But with any big event beloved by many, there will always be the haters on the other side. The #nochella’s, the haters of all things ‘Chella fashion. And let me just say this, the flower headbands aren’t cultural appropriation, they’re simply items of clothing used to express the stylistic tendency of a fashion-forward event.

Because yes, the music, and sure, the art, but so much of what Coachella is, really, is about the fashion and what you and your friends are wearing. It's supposed to be fun, not political! Anyway, back to the main point of this.

One of the biggest things people love to hate on about Coachella is the fact that many of the attendees have their tickets bought for them by their parents.

Sorry? It’s not my fault that my parents have enough money to buy their daughter and her friends the gift of going to one of the most amazing melting pots of all things weird and beautiful. It’s not my fault about your life, and it’s none of your business about mine.

All my life, I’ve dealt with people commenting on me, mostly liking, but there are always a few that seem upset about the way I live my life.

One time, I was riding my dolphin out in Turks and Cacaos, (“riding” is the act of holding onto their fin as they swim and you sort of glide next to them. It’s a beautiful, transformative experience between human and animal and I really think, when I looked in my dolphin’s eye, that we made a connection that will last forever) and someone I knew threw shade my way for getting to do it.

Don’t make me be the bad guy.

I felt shame for years after my 16th birthday, where my parents got me an Escalade. People at school made fun of me (especially after I drove into a ditch...oops!) and said I didn’t deserve the things I got in life.

I can think of a lot of people who probably don't deserve the things in life that they get, but you don't hear me hating on them (that's why we vote, people). Well, I’m sick of being made to feel guilty about the luxuries I’m given, because they’ve made me who I am, and I love me.

I’m a good person.

I’m not going to let the Coachella haters bring me down anymore. Did my parents buy my ticket and VIP housing? Yes. Am I sorry about that? Absolutely not.

Sorry, not sorry!

Cover Image Credit: Kaitlin Harasta

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An Open Letter To My Future Self

You've made it this far.
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Dear Julia,

You’re probably reading this sometime in the future. I don’t know when, but if you’re reading this, it’s probably because you need it. It may be next year when you’re a freshman in college. It may be in ten years.

Who knows?

You’re currently a senior in high school. You’re graduating in about 38 days. You’ll have to say goodbye to all your high school friends soon, and you’re kind of stressing out at the moment about all the things you need to get done for next year.

Even though you’re stressing a bit, you’re in a good place right now. You’re keeping your circle small with only the people who make you happy. You’re excited for college and your future. You’re excited to be independent and make some mistakes that you can learn from. Ahead of you is a bunch of new experiences.

If you’re reading this, maybe you’re stressed, confused, or in a not-so-good place. Remember that you’ll push through it like you always do. If you’re stressed out, remember to divide and conquer. Pace yourself. Plan out your days. Make lists of what you need to get done. Take it day by day.

If you’re confused about something, maybe your feelings or you don’t know what to do about a situation that may arise at college or life, remember who and what makes you genuinely happy. Remember who you are and what your morals are.

You have people by your side who will help you get along in life. Talk to your best friends. Talk to your cousins. Talk to your mom; even though her nagging may get annoying, she will know what’s best for you. They all have helped and loved you in the past, and they will do the same in the future.

Remember that you’re strong and smart. You’ve made it this far, and you’ll make it through whatever else you need to get through. You know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. You know who makes you a better person and who drags you down.

You know the qualities to look out for in a person that means they might be a toxic person. You just have to use your gut feeling. Don’t doubt yourself. I know you; you’re pretty sure of who you are as a person. You’re a good person with good intentions. You’re caring less and less what people think of you.

I’m proud of you. You’re growing as a person and you’ll continue to grow. You’ve been through some shit, and you’ll make it through whatever else life has to throw at you.

You’re always pretty good at cheering others up. Maybe reading this will help cheer yourself up.


Sincerely,

You on April 18, 2018

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