OK, so maybe it wasn’t such a great idea for the family to watch Marley & Me last weekend, our first night back in the house after putting Annie to sleep. Funny, sweet, sentimental, and so sad at the end you know is coming, but a bit more graphic than I expected. But, a far more enjoyable film than I expected, for some reason.
And just to torture ourselves, we were given the movie as a gift yesterday from my in-laws and we all watched it again, since four of our guests had not seen it. Is it possible to see that film without crying at the end? Not yet, for me anyways.
At least it confirmed that Maxx was NOT the worst dog in existence, and the tender, lovely moments like when Marley let Jen cry on him, and how he could not sleep when she was in labor–though she was sleeping– reminded us of how intuitive doegs are, why we want them to be part of our homes, our families, our lives.
My big complaint about the film is that while Marley ages dramatically throughout, the owners do not at all. And that scene where the family is in the pool after the third child Colleen is born….no, Jen never had children. Fit and muscular, I don’t think so.
I truly think you have to have owned and put down a pet to fully appreciate this film. The loss is wider than you dream possible, as my mother-in-law teared up afterwards remembering putting down dogs from long before I knew their family. But the joy they bring makes us repeat the cycle. C