mannn it is 8 in the morning :'(

Fuck man, don't throw a grenade into the room without warning

Dude stop

i'm glad they updated this poor dog's story in the movies; the thought of him abondoned outside the pizza place for 12 years is heartbreaking.

I know the scene but can't place it. What is it from?

This scene used to make me cry, but now I have a picture of my tourist ass crying in front of the Hachiko statue in Shibuya, while my husband and friends are all standing around smiling and having a good time, and I cant help but be reminded of how absurd my emotions can be at times.

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.

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

Two years isn't particularly long to grieve a beloved friend and companion. I'm sorry for your loss.

The dog died but the owner keeps them alive in their thoughts.

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

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.