Okay, but like how was
your Weekend,
@Null?
Sad here. My Parents' little Dog died. They adopted him as a special needs Rescue because he was deaf and almost blind and couldn't move one leg and needed a fuck tonne of expensive Medication every Day after spending around 10 years trapped in a tiny wire cage he couldn't move much in a horrific situation. He was the raggediest, messed up little money pit of a Dude, and the animal cruelty Officers and Animalshelter were so happy and surprised when someone wanted to adopt him. The veteran Humane Officer who rescued him even came to see him when my Folks picked him up to bring him Home and just shook his head and said he came from a ,,nightmare'' situation. So you know that Shit was bad.
He lived an entire year longer than expected and learned things like what Sunlight and Grass and a fresh Breeze feels like, that you don't have to drink water until you vomit
every single time you notice a Waterdish because there's always going to be some for you, how to happy hop and spin and do a weird tardy run at meal Times, and most importantly he learned what cuddles and snuggles were. He was a badass little man, and became a little bit of a local celebrity, and we're going to miss him a lot.
So that's been really sad, but also happy in it's way because it's a real joy and treasure to get to show a Dog what ,the good Life' is, and watch him discover being loved.
Sempre Fi you adorable, shaggy, gimpy little Scheisswerk. See you later, Space Cowboy.
