OK, so I broke down. You may have already read that my favorite movie is Marley & Me but that I couldn’t bear to watch the end after sobbing my way through the last chapters in the book. My experience with the book was so heart-wrenching. We were in Baltimore working at the natural products show and there I sat in my hotel room absolutely a wreck as I finished Marley & Me. Brian was trying to watch a hockey game on TV (like all good Canadians do) but was clearly uncomfortable given the intensity of my sobs. I’m sure he would have preferred to have been anywhere but in that room with me!
Then, just a few months ago, I decided to tempt fate by watching the movie while on a flight to Boston. I was smart though; I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to watch the end of the movie, let alone do so in a very public place. Imagine mascara-rubbed eyes and a tear-streaked, red face deplaning. No doubt, the authorities would have been all over me as some kind of suspicious character.
I loved the movie and was quite content not to finish it while on that flight. However, I don’t like to leave things unfinished- books, projects, work, or movies. o, it bothered me that I hadn’t seen the end of Marley & Me. Surely I could handle, it, right?
Well, I broke down and watched it. Brian was away at one of our production runs so I was home with Chester and Enzo enjoying a peaceful night. Flipping through the movie channels, I noticed Marley & Me was on, but with only 30 minutes remaining. Perfect. And, sure enough, within minutes, I was dabbing my eyes and trying not to lose it. When Marley was in his last moments and John Grogan gazed at every inch of Marley with such adoration, I lost it… again. I’m glad I was in the privacy of my home and, better yet, could pull Chester and Enzo closer to me for some serious hugs.
As I sat there watching the credits and rubbing Chester and Enzo, many thoughts rambled through my head. I remembered taking the same trip to the vet with Sherlock, the English Pointer we rescued in Hong Kong. He had only 3 paws (the reason why no one would buy him at the pet store in Hong Kong) and was the sweetest, most meek dog ever. Like Marley, Sherlock eventually succumbed to old age. He was in my arms when he went to sleep forever.
I also thought about the deep, deep relationship we have with our dogs (and cats). How they’re our true soul mates through thick and thin. Can you imagine ever being without those adoring eyes and wagging tails? I can’t.