OK, so here's the last post about Tula...there have been a lot of ways that I've been thinking about going with this, but what I'm left with is that this little slideshow thing that I put together is kind of like a funeral for her, since we didn't really get to have one...but it's the funeral that we all fantasize about having for ourselves, where everyone remembers all the cool things about us and conveniently forgets everything else.
Photographs are actually perfect for that, because by their very nature, I think, they help us shape the entire way we remember something. We all have that one photo of ourselves that we just love, because it looks way better than we do in "real life", or we have that photo of a friend where they just look so happy, and that photo helps us feel like they were happy like that all the time.
This whole thing about photographs and real life isn't something that I'm the first person to think up, of course, but doing this slideshow made me think about how I'm distorting Tula's reality by putting it together, and I've decided that I just don't give a shit. Tula was a sweet dog who had something wrong with her brain, and she deserves to be remembered as the good dog that would spend hours just snuggled up next to your stomach or behind you on the couch, even if her brain didn't let her be that dog anymore.
So, as much as I like to talk, I can't say anything nicer about her than her photos do, and so if you don't want to feel as sad as I do about this whole thing, you probably don't want to watch this, but it's Tula's eulogy, the fondest of farewells, and my memory of her.
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