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I think my opinion of what are considered to be "big tits" has been skewed by years of viewing pornigraphy.
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My mom got a cal from her agent a day or two ago for a shoot today.
She will appearing as a grandmother who falls down Saturday on The Wanda Sykes show.
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Yesterday I was in the back working on my bikes when Danika told me through the kitchen window that I might want to come in and say goodbye to Thelma.
Thelma is our dog, the last remaining. Her sister Louise died a week after I left from block leave going back to Georgia before deploying to Iraq(September). Poche died a month after I left to go to Fort Benning after Christmas exodus last year(February, he was 12).
Thelma is 16... maybe a year older or younger.
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I went inside to see Denise and my Mom crying sitting on the floor with her.
'Yikes' I thought.
So I sat with them and we petted her and loved her as best we could.
She had peed and thrown up and was having a hard time getting up they said. And was making the same wheezing noises that Louise did before she died.
We sat for a while and My Mom and Danika had to go to school for something.
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All three dogs were outside dogs. They've begun to have Thelma inside as she is almost completely blind and is completely deaf.
When this move occured Thelma took a liking to My Mom and follows her everywhere.
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So naturally when they left for school Thelma perked up and started looking for my Mom.
And she's fine.
I took her outside and she ate some chicken carcass(a chicken I had cooked to perfection I might add)
And she's fine still today.
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I dont know what it was that made them think "This is it" and besides she's old as fuck. One day, she will in fact die.
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I've never understood people's reactions to death.
Maybe Im a robot.
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This is our last dog. And the only one that I have the chance to be around for her "passing".
And yet she was never mine.
She was always the other dog.
I loved Louise. And Poche was mine, my big dog.
And I wasnt around for their deaths.
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I wanted to see their bodies, posed in death. Maybe I could glean some information on their final thoughts. Were they happy in finishing?
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I may get to see Thelma in such a way, and perhaps that will bring closure to what has been a wonderful life with dogs.
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My mom got a cal from her agent a day or two ago for a shoot today.
She will appearing as a grandmother who falls down Saturday on The Wanda Sykes show.
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Yesterday I was in the back working on my bikes when Danika told me through the kitchen window that I might want to come in and say goodbye to Thelma.
Thelma is our dog, the last remaining. Her sister Louise died a week after I left from block leave going back to Georgia before deploying to Iraq(September). Poche died a month after I left to go to Fort Benning after Christmas exodus last year(February, he was 12).
Thelma is 16... maybe a year older or younger.
........
I went inside to see Denise and my Mom crying sitting on the floor with her.
'Yikes' I thought.
So I sat with them and we petted her and loved her as best we could.
She had peed and thrown up and was having a hard time getting up they said. And was making the same wheezing noises that Louise did before she died.
We sat for a while and My Mom and Danika had to go to school for something.
.......
All three dogs were outside dogs. They've begun to have Thelma inside as she is almost completely blind and is completely deaf.
When this move occured Thelma took a liking to My Mom and follows her everywhere.
.......
So naturally when they left for school Thelma perked up and started looking for my Mom.
And she's fine.
I took her outside and she ate some chicken carcass(a chicken I had cooked to perfection I might add)
And she's fine still today.
..............
I dont know what it was that made them think "This is it" and besides she's old as fuck. One day, she will in fact die.
----------------
I've never understood people's reactions to death.
Maybe Im a robot.
----------------
This is our last dog. And the only one that I have the chance to be around for her "passing".
And yet she was never mine.
She was always the other dog.
I loved Louise. And Poche was mine, my big dog.
And I wasnt around for their deaths.
----------------
I wanted to see their bodies, posed in death. Maybe I could glean some information on their final thoughts. Were they happy in finishing?
----------------
I may get to see Thelma in such a way, and perhaps that will bring closure to what has been a wonderful life with dogs.