Death.

Goodbye Pinky

Even though I've never seen Mr. Rowland's dog, and have only heard Mr. Rowland ranting on about how great they were and how wonderful they were, I still feel the loss very strongly. Not only because Mr. Rowland is losing something big in his life, but because a life has departed from this earth. Pinky was a dog. I don't remember what breed, and I'm incredibly remorseful that I don't, because I know I will never be able to ask Mr. Rowland about Pinky again.

I can't imagine how this must affect Mr. Rowland. He's such a jolly and cheerful teacher, I don't know how he would react to this. I can only hope that he is given time to grieve and that a substitute teacher will be taking over for the time being.

Pinky was hit by a car. Whoever was reckless enough to not be watching the road... I don't know. I can't even express the words for this.

I never knew the dog, yet I still feel loss badly.

Death Is Upon Us

A lot of people are talking about the death, as friends say. I don't know how I didn't find out. Mr. Rowland, if you're reading this (although I don't think that you are even aware of this blog), then know that my respects go to you, your family and Pinky.

I'm a 0. This is horrible. It seems fate has a fickle way of choosing its unlucky and lucky.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." - William Shakespeare

R.I.P. Pinky