duffmansean said: *hugs* you’ll make the right decision. i know this bc you care enough about her to want her to be comfortable. I dealt with the same exact kind of feelings and thoughts with Sylvi this past year…. it’s rough, but know that she’s been well-loved <3
YES i might!! but i discovered it while my mum was there and i pointed it out to her and she said “it’s probably just a fat lump” —- but, being me, i read up on “lumps on dogs” and - guess what - that’s the worse conclusion you can draw since you don’t just conclude “it’s probably just a fat lump” because that fat lump is there because some shit is going down and it might be malicious cancer. i know my parents just dropped a lot of money on yogi’s ear surgery and likely can’t afford another visit to the vet, especially not something as big as potential cancer diagnosis (i read up on that too (same article)) that takes a lot of ~service~ to get. or maybe she (my mum) didn’t want to tell me that she was worried too, because tessie is also her baby.
if i still lived at home, i’d heckle my parents a lot more to make sure they had her checked, but as things are now they can just hang up on me or not respond to texts. earlier i sent my dad the article i read and i hope he keeps an eye on tessie in the next couple of days to determine if she needs to go to a vet.
ugh. i want her to go painlessly, or at least as painlessly as she can, but i also don’t want to see her go despite her age finally having caught up with her more visibly.
tessie, our collie, has a lump on her stomach near her hindlegs and i’m just ))))): she’s nearly 13 (come july 26th), so she’s old for a large dog, and her dying within a year or two has been inevitable for at least a year….. but this lump that’s the size of a walnut (if not slightly bigger) that i only just noticed today was a rough reminder of her old age and, despite her age being at the back of my mind for a year or two now, i’m incredibly sad at the thought of having her put down and losing her if this lump is malicious (cancer) :/// ugh i don’t know. poor baby. i don’t want her to be in pain.
reasons to date me
- no pressure to wear pants in my presence
- or any clothes at all really
- but it’s up to you
- u can be big spoon or little spoon
- totally your choice
- i’m always ready to make out
- also u don’t even have to buy me things just maybe an ice cream cone every once in a while that’s it
- i’ll let you lick it though
- i mean the ice cream cone
- well not just the ice cream cone
Deep within the confines of our claw machines, a race of miniature mole-people operate the cranks, cogs, steam engines, coal furnaces, and circuitry that makes the claw dance across their sky and choose stuffed animals with cunning precision. You see, the mole-people celebrate a grand sacrifice when the most skilled customers finally win a fluffy prize. But when they go days without sacrificing a toy animal? The mole-people weep. Loudly. We know this because we can still hear them.
Guys, are we absolutely sure the people who write Welcome to Night Vale aren’t also running the Denny’s blog?
Trans person: *writes a long detailed piece of their own personal experiences with cissexism and the wider cultural forces of cissexism and transmisogyyny, demanding change*
Cis ally: food for thought! :)