I come here to write “fake and gay”. I don’t come here for feelings!

Awwww this hits hard I’ll always remember the German shepard from when I was a kid she had such a gentle temperament.

Oh, hey, fuck you.

*cries in the corner*

Dammit to hell.

Again, this shit hits hard.

My dog has been gone for two years, and I’m still running into people asking about her.

She was the best fucking dog. Yeah, I know everyone knows their dog is the best dog, and the dog I had before her was also the best dog. But those two girls? Jesus fucking christ, they were good. Smart, loving, gentle, always wanting to be with their people, and just so fucking much beyter than I ever deserved.

The girl I joust lost saved my life. Kept me from eating a bullet when things wrre real bad after I got disabled. I’d be holding my gun, thinking hard about where to go so I wouldn’t leave a mess. She’s be right fucking there, just loving me. I’d put the gun away and decide to make it for a while.

Gods I fucking miss my girls. I’m fucking sitting here in the bathroom crying so I don’t wake anyone and it just fucking hurts so much.

People. You have a dog? You cherish every fucking moment. Every single second you can. They don’t live as long as us. You’re going to lose them, so you make fucking sure they go out knowing they’re loved. Be kind. Be gentle.

I’d give my fucking soul to have them back, even for a fucking day.

Fuck me.

Fuck! This is not what I wanted to wake up to. I hope it’s fake and gay :(

This is like getting stuck with strangers at your table at a Luau. Getting to know them slowly, you have all been to where the other is from, but neither place is interesting enough to ever visit again, and you live too far away to make friendship realistic. And even though you know you’d be great friends, you part ways and can never remember their names.

I don’t read green-texts to cry 😭

When I was a gardener my favorite part of the job was all the dogs I got to meet, there was this old little fluffy dog with no teeth and his tongue hanging out that was my favorite, he’d just follow me around watching me work like a cute little supervisor, I miss that little dude.

I put a dog down last month and another one will go next month. These stories are hitting harder than they used to.

I still miss my sheppy :*(

Suckerpunched in the feels right before bed.

The Rainbow Bridge