I’m not a spiritual dude really, but went out a walk along my old dog’s favourite route today, from back when he was alive, and there were times I swear I could feel his presence. He was a really good boy.
This one isn’t depressing to me. Like yeah, sad for the dog, but it’s actually a kinda uplifting message. The “second death” thing is actually something gives me comfort.
It is.
GNU Terry Pratchett.
Yeah. It would have been depressing if the name was only on the tattoo and he was saying the wrong name. Maybe make him old as well to imply dementia. Hell, make it a cat tattoo and have him specify “You weren’t a good boy, but the best boy” to imply a dog and really drive it home.
I dunno. Just spitballin’. But I agree, as it stands, it’s more sentimental than sad.
Cyanide&happiness: write that down, write that down!
My cat Luna died five years ago next week. She was the best cat that ever existed and there’s still a hole in my heart.
:(
Grief is love.
And since she was loved, she had a good life.
So don’t just weep that she’s gone, but also remember to smile for all the good times you had together.
I know it sucks and I k ow this can be annoying to hear but you were very lucky to have Luna and should feel thankful more than sad. But it’s okay to be sad too. Sending you some good energy. I’m going to be torn apart when my cat Goobers time is up.
I just lost my kitten Luna to FIP (feline infectious peritonitis) a few weeks ago. Sorry that you lost your Luna too. internet hugs
Hey.
HEY YOU
FUCK YOU
I was having a perfectly good day…
Miles O’brien having a perfect day? I doubt that.
All things being relative, of course.
I haven’t even been tortured yet!
How many Rumplestiltskins though?
God fucking dammit, that was my dog’s name.
Two fucking years without her, and I still can’t fucking see the name without crying.
Two years isn’t particularly long to grieve a beloved friend and companion. I’m sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Every so often I tell my pets, who are no longer with us, that I still love them and always will.
One of my cats had two little plush toys she loved cuddling with. She was cremated with one, and I keep the other on my desk - it’s a nice reminder to just how awesome she was.
On my very sad days I just try to remember that they wouldn’t want me to be sad. They would do everything in their power to make me feel better when I was feeling low, and the thought that my dishevelled state would cause them such grief if they were here is enough to make me have a better perspective.
It is okay to cry when it’s needed too, though.I am immortal
This one hurts a lot. I’m gonna go cuddle my Luna Bear now
This hurts my heart.
I buried one of my dogs a few weeks ago and this hits harder than it would’ve a month ago.
I’m not sure I get it.
The dog died but the owner keeps them alive in their thoughts.
That’s not as depressing as one would expect from Cynide & Happiness.
Tbf the other comics are edgy to a point where it becomes funny. I’ve been expecting some outrageous twist in the last panel, but he’s just missing his dog. So yeah this is an unexpected 10/10 and kick you right in the feels because it makes you remember names. Well played sir cyanide&happiness
Maybe his dog actually died?
Have you had a dog die recently?
It’s based on a quote from Terry Pratchett’s Reaper Man.
No-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine they made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.
How can you be so sure this is a Pratchett quote? The same phrasing and paraphrased versions were used by so many people. From Hemingway to Marcus Aurelius and I think even further back to ancient Egypt. I’m always baffled when people so easily and confidently state things as fact, like you…
I was actually the first one to say it thousands of years ago. Pleased to meet you. Hope you guessed my name.
Nobody can guess your name which makes you truly dead.
Well then I’ll just tell you my name:
Easy, Pratchett is the GOAT.
Not only eill the owner remember the name but every sexual partner will have the name Luna in their brain for a while and also the mortician will probably remember Luna for quite some time.
This is really a long play
I just said my pets name out loud.
Decades don’t matter.
But soon we join the true sleep.
Move on, you miserable piece of shit
It’s me, who’s miserable tbh
She’s Misty the flying pup…
She came from the puppy… Shup…
😭
So if you’re unpopular and dying, public masturbatinon is beneficial. Good to know.