My best friend died about seven weeks ago and I lost a bit of my heart and soul. He had four legs, an incredibly cute wiggle and gave me a reason to get out of bed every day. I would not have survived cancer without Hugo and frankly its hard to survive without him. I never understood the love that an animal could bring to one’s life until I met this dog. He was special in every way. That is not to say he was easy. He was not. He was stubborn and needy to the core. I had 50 stitches in my face as a result of an encounter 6 months into his life but thankfully I had a great friend who knew an even greater plastic surgeon. But he was so amazing and incredibly smart and taught me more about patience and unconditional love than anyone or thing ever has. And that went both ways. And I will forever be grateful. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I will never wrap my arms around that cute body or scratch his tush again. His nickname was The Fat Man. And I know I will always miss him. I cry every day but I hope one day that does stop.
I haven’t written in quite a while. Partly because shortly after I created weirdshitvelcro the weird shit in my life that stuck to me incrementally increased and partly because recently I haven’t felt inspired. Or moved by very much. That’s not to say that I haven’t had a ton of interesting experiences, toe dipping back into careers of past with characters galore, crazy dates that should inspire stories but the story is often the same and thus becomes mundane.
New York has become, well, stale to me. I have decided to move on. My life here has ended and I need to leave before I end my life. I came, I saw, I did and I had success. Now, I feel as if the city has chewed me up and spat me out like a stale piece of fish. It’s all happened and it’s been great and fun and hard and easy and cold and hard and wrong and right and rigid and tough and silly and exuberant and excruciating and now I am done.
It’s a year later than I thought I would leave but sometimes things don’t happen when you think they will.
So the story continues…..and until I get inspired think GOOD SHIT VELCRO…and yes I bought the domain name a bit ago as I think this is what I need in life. Not weird but good as does everyone I know. Photos of the fat man….I miss you Hugo. Xoxo
January 3, 2015 at 1:29 pm
So sad to hear about Hugo. He and you inspired me to buy Matilda. She will be two in February. I bought her, an English Bull dog, in Bogota and a year later I brought her back to Huntington Beach. She was too much for the family and apartment in Bogota. She is the love of my life and so very needy. It is nice to be be needed. N you continue to inspire. Good luck with your move and please stay in touch!!!
January 3, 2015 at 2:43 pm
Love this!! Happy New year! Where are you going and when??? Xo Yas
January 3, 2015 at 3:34 pm
Sorry to hear about Hugo. Such a great loss. Good luck on your journey.
January 3, 2015 at 3:56 pm
THE FAT MAN’S friends will always remember him and the gentle giant that he grew into. It’s so hard to mourn the loss of unconditional love but it does come again if you’re open to it. You just know when the time is right to try again. And yes, sometimes one needs to leave New York because it can deplete your reserves and leave you exhausted and empty. You will do well wherever you land because you are a true survivor. You will be missed…..
January 6, 2015 at 7:12 pm
I am so sorry to read of Hugo’s passing. I know he brought you so much happiness. It will get easier with time but tears may always be lurking when you think of him but they will be mixed with joy. You were able to share a journey together.
January 7, 2015 at 6:06 am
I am so sorry for your loss. Hugo will always be in your heart. Wishing you a blessed journey on your next adventure and always remember we miss you here in California. We hope to see you on the west coast soon. xoxo