Sorry for the language and attitude in the last two threads. I’ve said some things I regret, and used some language I generally abhor, and I apologize.
I had to go dump another bag of soil on Tunch’s grave today. I was walking through the back yard and noticed it was starting to sink in. I guess as his body rots and the gasses are released and he decays, his former mass decays, so his grave was starting to sink in. Doing that just fucks me up in ways I don’t think many of you will understand.
So a couple weeks after he was murdered by a pit mix, when my buddy JenJen texts me that her baby was almost killed by another pit, I lost it. I fucking went through that a couple weeks ago, with my pet killed in the back yard. Hers was on a walk. And yet I am sure as shit both owners just think it was an aberration.
I’m not sure how many more aberrations I can handle before I buy a shotgun.