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I don't have a lot of time but here are a couple things:
I hate leaving.
Our dog bullet attacked our dog Kip a week and a half ago and ripped off the skin from the top of his head, about a three inch hole. Blood was everywhere and we had to take Kip to the emergency clinic and I saw a little pup die in his kid owner's arms and I saw a crying man carrying out an empty cat carrier. A vet was leading the way with a small box in his hands. Kippy stayed over night and got a large number of stitches all over himself and a drainage tube was inserted into his head and stuck out at an odd angle. Mom didn't know what to do with Bullet. He's attacked before. The next day she tried to take him to the Humane Society but he couldn't stay, they had too many animals already. So somewhere she had him put to sleep. And nobody got to say goodbye. He was a big stupid oaf of a dog most of the time but those two attacks were brutal, scary, with worse results each time. I feel so sad. I miss him. I can't be mad at my mom. She's extremely depressed about it. I haven't talked to anyone about this except for Ron and vague dumbass twitter updates.
Last night I had a dream I was late for work today because Jack died. Jack is this sick puppy in a wheelchair mom is caring for. Basically til he dies. The vet thinks when he dies it won't be bad, it'll be a going to sleep and not waking up sort of thing. That's not how it was in my dream. My mom now also has his brother, who is suffering from the same disease. Can't walk, either. BB (named baby bullet, after our now dead dog) is so frustrated he can't walk, because it got to him later than it got to Jack. Jack has sort of given up. He doesn't wag his tail as much when he sees me and he is not mad when he just lays still to pass the time. Poor dogs. This shit is sad, sorry.
I hate leaving. Ron is such a wonderful person and he helps me so much. I think once I'm back in school I will feel better about being in Austin. But each time I leave I think, why do I have to do this, again? It's hard. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Well I think maybe twice I didn't cry. At least not in front of Ron. It's just sad to spend so much time away from someone you love. But I have to. I wish I could just start thinking that it was normal, like our time and distance divide was normal, but I still see it as unfair.
I saw HP7 with Claire, Bailey, and my bubba the other night at midnight. I want to see it again! Maybe I'll go by myself tomorrow. I think I work a half day tomorrow. I better get Tula and get on the road or I'll be late for stupid fucking work.
Adios y'all.
I hate leaving.
Our dog bullet attacked our dog Kip a week and a half ago and ripped off the skin from the top of his head, about a three inch hole. Blood was everywhere and we had to take Kip to the emergency clinic and I saw a little pup die in his kid owner's arms and I saw a crying man carrying out an empty cat carrier. A vet was leading the way with a small box in his hands. Kippy stayed over night and got a large number of stitches all over himself and a drainage tube was inserted into his head and stuck out at an odd angle. Mom didn't know what to do with Bullet. He's attacked before. The next day she tried to take him to the Humane Society but he couldn't stay, they had too many animals already. So somewhere she had him put to sleep. And nobody got to say goodbye. He was a big stupid oaf of a dog most of the time but those two attacks were brutal, scary, with worse results each time. I feel so sad. I miss him. I can't be mad at my mom. She's extremely depressed about it. I haven't talked to anyone about this except for Ron and vague dumbass twitter updates.
Last night I had a dream I was late for work today because Jack died. Jack is this sick puppy in a wheelchair mom is caring for. Basically til he dies. The vet thinks when he dies it won't be bad, it'll be a going to sleep and not waking up sort of thing. That's not how it was in my dream. My mom now also has his brother, who is suffering from the same disease. Can't walk, either. BB (named baby bullet, after our now dead dog) is so frustrated he can't walk, because it got to him later than it got to Jack. Jack has sort of given up. He doesn't wag his tail as much when he sees me and he is not mad when he just lays still to pass the time. Poor dogs. This shit is sad, sorry.
I hate leaving. Ron is such a wonderful person and he helps me so much. I think once I'm back in school I will feel better about being in Austin. But each time I leave I think, why do I have to do this, again? It's hard. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Well I think maybe twice I didn't cry. At least not in front of Ron. It's just sad to spend so much time away from someone you love. But I have to. I wish I could just start thinking that it was normal, like our time and distance divide was normal, but I still see it as unfair.
I saw HP7 with Claire, Bailey, and my bubba the other night at midnight. I want to see it again! Maybe I'll go by myself tomorrow. I think I work a half day tomorrow. I better get Tula and get on the road or I'll be late for stupid fucking work.
Adios y'all.