Link forwared from a dear friend:
When you’re growing up, there’s a special kind of trust that you place in your parents. You trust that they’re going to look after you, to raise you right. To teach you that, no matter what your friends tell you, you don’t actually know how to fly and that an electrical socket is no place for your infant tongue.
The problem is that, responsible adults that they may be, your parents aren’t exactly perfect themselves. In fact, if you want to imagine the level of togetherness that you’re going to be at in a few years, that’s probably pretty much hitting the nail on the head. I mean, hopefully by then you’ll have stopped wearing the same clothes for weeks on end in favor of actually doing a load of laundry, and you’ll know how to cook more than soup, but I wouldn’t exactly count on it, if you catch my drift.
Let’s face it. Through the course of your childhood, your parents probably made a few bad choices along the way. And some of these choices called for them to tell a few little white lies. But when you think about it, these lies are actually pretty funny, now that you’re older and out of therapy.
Lies like… Rex went out to live at a farm.
Even if you don’t know a lot about death, you still know that Rex isn’t doing so hot. First of all, you’re pretty sure that most dogs are supposed to have fur, instead of the occasional oasis-like patch of stubble in a sea of wrinkled skin. And you’re pretty sure that your parents shouldn’t need to have the carpets steam-cleaned every time Rex sneezes. In fact, you’re slowly starting to figure out that Rex won’t be able to keep this up until you go away to university.
Then, one day, Rex isn’t around any more. And you ask your parents, and they tell you that Rex went out to live at a farm where he’d have lots of room to run around with the horsies, where he would be really happy. And despite the fact that you’re six years old, you realize that it’s going to be hard enough for Rex to run around with horses when he seemed to have lost his mastery of the art of standing.
But you accept these things, because they’re being told to you by your parents. Until one day when you’re ten, when they casually mention what a pain it was to get the car cleaned after they took your childhood best friend to get euthanized. Like they were talking about a trip to the grocery store….
Follow the link for the rest, it’s hysterical…