Against better judgment, Paul and I went to see Marley & Me this evening. I was already tired and slightly emotional from leaving my family in FL (and knowing my sister is moving next month) and I had read the book so I knew what was going to happen at the end of the movie. But I felt perked up after dinner (FYI Texas Roadhouse cheese fries and cactus blossom are NOT as awesome as Outback's awesome blossom and cheese fries; however, I still had to taste test for myself to be sure).
We arrive in perfect time to miss most of the previews and sit back to enjoy the movie. I have to admit that I had low expectations as I usually don't like movies based on books (see Twilight blog), but Marley surprised me. It was really funny.
You grow to love Marley and since I have a girl crush on Jennifer Aniston I was happy there, too. Paul and I agreed that we would stay together forever as long as I looked as good as Jennifer Aniston at age 40 and he looked as good as Owen Wilson (body wise, not nose wise). It's just a cute family movie.
But as you're watching the movie you realize that Marley is getting older. And we all know what happens when things get older...
They die.
Or in the case of most pets they are put to sleep. I'm crying slightly, trying to maintain control of myself because I know I am about a tear away from becoming a sobbing hysterical mess. Even Paul got a little teary eyed.
But I don't think it was the movie that made me cry. It was the thought of losing any of my pets...Beauty, Beast, Sasha, Jojo, Sherman, Simba. I may complain about them and curse at them on a daily basis, but they are my babies. I would be devastated if anything happened to any of them.
When the lights came up and Paul and I sat there and tried to compose ourselves we both looked at each other and knew...all the babies would have to sleep with us tonight and we must go home immediately and lay on the floor and let the dogs climb all over us.
I don't understand people who mistreat animals. Dogs are always happy to see you when you get home, they love you unconditionally, and they never complain. As mad as you get at them they are always loving. How can anyone look at a pet's doggy or kitty little face and be hateful to them? I think there is a specially awful hell for people who are mean to animals, children and old people.
Go see Marley & Me.
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