#the vet let me walk someone else’s dog

[cygnus-is-tired]

Guess who has a bladder infection!!

[pastafossa]

Something really special and tear inducing happened with Pip today.

(TW for pet loss, not mine but someone else's)

So we were going into the vet for a quick shot he needed, and for a final check on the cut on his leg. So me and him got there pretty close to closing (final appointment of the day), around 3:45 when it closed at 4. And as I'm walking in, I pass a woman hurrying out. She's in tears, and my heart just breaks for her. She gives Pippin a quick, 'hi puppy' and shaky pet in passing.

But then we go through the door into the waiting room. And another woman is sitting there on the bench, cradling a small collar and just sobbing. Sure enough, the little candle is lit up on the counter for pet loss. And I'm not sure what to do - do I offer a hug? Tell her I'm sorry for her loss?

But Pippin decided he knew what to do.

I need you to understand Pip for a second. He has been with us for 3 weeks. The rescue/foster before us had him for 6. This dog is only 9 weeks removed from that horrible farm where he was beaten, neglected, and left outside by himself at all hours and seasons. He did not have love or training. So, he's learning. He still jumps a bit, paws at people. He walks ok on a leash, like he'll pull but not yank, and he's easily distracted. Easily excited by love or attention because he's not used to it. I do not think this dog has ever seen someone cry. He has not been trained to know what to do when someone is upset.

So there's Pip, seeing this distraught woman sobbing in front of him, with - as far as we know - no experience or context he could make a decision by.

In a heartbeat, I'm yanked across the room - something he does not do - so he can reach this woman. He abruptly slows for the final approach, tail gently wagging, and very softly nuzzles at her in a way I haven't seen him do before. And this poor woman reaches down, carefully cradles Pip's head, and whispers, "hi baby, soft boy. My boy was soft too."

And then she just... cries with him, her head on his.

I glance at the receptionist (who may have teared a little like I had) and I kinda tip my head towards them, a 'can I wait to check in?'. I get a nod, and a mouthed, 'we can wait.'

So I just sat down quietly next to her. Let her cry and pet him. He'd done his big lean on her legs with his head in her lap, carefully adjusting whenever she did. After about five minutes she told us - me and Pip - about her dog. 18 years old, one she'd had since he was a puppy. She showed Pip her dog's collar, and showed me pictures on her phone of this dog, a cute little white fluffball with a HUGE doggy grin. And she pets Pippin more, and asks about him - his name, how long we've had him, whether he can sit yet because her boy took a bit to learn. We talk about Pip's skinny head and I get a watery laugh out of her when I tell her I call him corndog brain since I'm pretty sure the only way a brain could fit in his long narrow head was if it was corndog-shaped and went down his snout. We're there for about fifteen minutes before a tech comes out with nose and paw prints and she stands up. Pippin stays right with her, leaning calmly against her side as she takes the prints, her fingers buried in all the fluff around his neck. She gets a hug from the tech, and then leans down to do the same to Pip. And before she goes (Pippin trying very much to follow), she looks at me and just quietly says, '...thank you for letting me borrow him. I needed that.'

I have no idea how Pippin knew what to do, or how he can be like this even after being treated the way he was. But I'm really glad he could help that woman.

[annunen]

NHLWAM S12 E7: Niko Mikkola & Eetu Luostarinen

I translated the highlights of the video for any florida finns fans to enjoy.

TLDR: the finns love chirping each other and Lundy needs a babysitter.

Manninen and Putkonen are the NHLWAM hosts.

Under the cut <3

Manninen: We've got two Finnish Fort Lauderdale locals here. Niko Mikkola, new guy, and Eetu Luostarinen, who's already one of the vets. So what's up?

Mikkola: Nothing bad, getting to know new places and the sun shines. Great people here.

Luostarinen: It's always fun to get more finns here. Always welcome.

Manninen: Eetu, how would you describe Niko as a person and a teammate?

Luostarinen: He's a chill Oulu guy. Chill company, easy to hang out with him, he gets along with everyone. Really nice.

Manninen: Do you agree?

Luostarinen: Sure, i'll take what i'm given.

Manninen: Counterquestion for you.

Mikkola: We've known each other pretty long. He's one of those Savo guys, a little twisted like they all are. But there's only great guys here, like i said, so it's been easy to come here.

Manninen: You got pretty lucky, your training center moved from the middle of nowhere (lit. horse ass) to the neighbor. You could bike there, have you ever done that?

Mikkola: I don't have a bike but i've been planning to buy one. It's 5 minutes away so it would be pretty nice to bike there.

Manninen: Or an electric scooter! Has anyone ever come with one?

Mikkola: No, but Kaapo Kakko always used one in NYC. I'd walk and he'd drive past me.

Luostarinen: I haven't biked there either but some guys have electric bikes. And golf carts, pretty cool that you can come to the rink with a golf cart.

Manninen: Now that's style!

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Manninen: I asked "Lunkka" Lundell this same question, now i want to ask you Eetu too. Looking at your points, this season hasn't been as good as the last. The big crowds only look at points, they're thinking "what's up with Eetu, he hasn't scored points". So what do YOU think, has this season actually been worse than the last, or have you actually gone forward as a player?

Luostarinen: I wouldn't say it's been worse than last season, pretty equal. Just haven't had those successes. There's also a lot happening in the background, in the game. I play a lot shorthanded too, i've got to take credit for that. If i can't get confidence from points, i have to find it somewhere else in the small things.

Manninen: Are the points so important? I don't remember if you lead the league right now, but as a team you're playing really well.

Luostarinen: It's a team game, if your team is doing well, you're doing something right, and you have to be happy about that. But if i have less points than Mikkola, that's when i should be worried.

Mikkola: Why am I suddenly being attacked?

Putkonen: God damn, throwing you under the boat, right there under that Catamaran.

Manninen: What about you Niko, do you ever set - even though you're known as a defensive brush, let's not say broom (that's Hakanpää's "nickname") - do you set some personal goals for points when starting the season?

Mikkola: Defensive brush, i'll take that. Good name. I don't really set any goals for points. The beginning of the season was pretty wild for me, but now i've returned to a normal phase. Probably getting close to 30 straight pointless games now.

Luostarinen: Yeah, early in the season they were throwing the nickname "Niko Norris" around there.

Putkola: You were on a phase for 80 points.

Mikkola: It was crazy, but now we're back to the roots. You can't only get confidence from points. You need some guys who play shorthanded, keep the own net clear. Take some confidence from those.

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(Someone walks by with a dog.)

Putkonen: Cool dog. How's your dog doing?

Luostarinen: Yeah, we have a new one in the family - cavapoo, it's a cavalier poodle mix. And then we have Rose, she's a little over 4 years old now.

Putkonen: Who in your team would you not let dogsit your dogs?

Luostarinen: Lunkka. Even if we speak the same language, i wouldn't trust him with them.

Manninen: Is Lunkka your team's little rascal?

Luostarinen: He is, a little. You need to watch what he's doing sometimes.

Mikkola: But he's so young still.

Manninen: You're allowed to be careless when you're young. We've been careless too.

Putkonen: ...older too.

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Putkonen: Roberto Luongo was in the net at your practice. He still catches pretty well.

Mikkola: Yeah. I've said that he'd only need one training camp and he could play an NHL game again. I can't score on him either.

Luostarinen: Best possible EBUG.

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Putkonen: Let's take some fan questions. Does Sasha "whip" (reprimand) you?

Luostarinen: No, just constructive criticism.

Mikkola: He's flicked me a couple times with a video where I ice the puck or something. More as a joke. He doesn't really "whip" (reprimand) me.

Manninen: But he gives that to Lunkka!

Mikkola: Lunkka is "in his teeth" a little. In a good way.

Putkonen: Yeah, he was already the last time we visited. Gave him an earful from some celly, telling him "don't jump to the glass, only juniors celly like that".

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[nani-nonny]

I’m struggling to find some momentary peace right now so I wrote down what I’m thinking like a diary of sorts

This is more for me so I apologize if I upset anyone. Maybe someone else will find comfort in this like I have, I don’t know. I just need this off my chest for now.

I never liked to imagine the death of my loved ones. I never liked to imagine the death of my dogs, knowing they would pass sooner than me. But sometimes I’m reminded of their short lifespans and I imagined what I would do to make their final day the best they deserved for the right send-off.

I’d imagine giving them all the snacks a dog wasn’t supposed to have. Burgers. Grapes. Chocolate. Anything their little hearts desired but I couldn’t give because they still had so much to live for.

I’d imagine their last walk in a stroller, their last time to the beach. Bring them in a blanket and pillows so they were comfortable.

I’d imagine the pupcup they would eat and how wide their eyes would get while eating it.

I’d imagine saying my goodbye with a final kiss on the snout.

But I never imagined that I would get a phone call in the final moments of my chemistry lab. I’d never imagine checking my phone and seeing the text that I should find the time to excuse myself from the room and call back. I’d never imagine the call I got from my sibling, their voice muffled and overpowered by uncontrolled sniffles and sobs that they were going to put my nine year old dog to rest because she developed a cancer in her spleen that reached her heart. I’d never imagined that the last time I would be seeing my dog was when she was strapped to a gurney and her left leg taped as she could barely control her breathing.

I didn’t get the chance to say the goodbye I imagined. I didn’t get to give her the pup cup or the burger. The chocolate or the grapes. I didn’t get to walk her in a stroller and visit the beach. I didn’t get to lake my final memory of her a good one.

My memory of her is scorned by the gurney. My memory is scorned by the feeling of dread when I called my sibling back. My memory is scorned by the cold that developed my fingertips, the shaking of my hands as I packed my bag and cleaned my lab station. My memory is scorned by the tears I shed in the car ride to the vet emergency care. My memory is scorned by the final photo I have of her when we couldn’t explain why her legs weren’t moving earlier that day.

And I’m angry. I’m furious. I’m enraged.

I didn’t get to say my proper goodbye. I didn’t get to see my baby grow to her elder years. I didn’t get to see her grow old with my other dog, her older sister. I didn’t get to do anything I hated to imagine. And I didn’t get to spend her final day with her because we didn’t know it would be her last.

My entire being feels so numb and yet I feel so much swirling within me that it all doesn’t feel real.

It all feels so unreal to me that I keep thinking I’ll turn around and see her laying in her bed waiting for everyone to start turning in for the night like routine. I lay in my bed, hear my mother go to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and I expected a wet nose nudge my toe so I would scoot over and let her lay down next to me.

And nothing hurt more than the realization that she won’t be coming.

She never came.

And she never will again.

I miss my dog. My best friend. My puppy.

I wish I could restart the day so I could spend it with her instead of leaving for class. I wish we could have discovered that cancer before it reached her heart, before it left her spleen. I wish she would come into my room right now and nudge me so I would scoot over. And I wish my other family dog, her older sister, never has to realize her little sister is gone. Because I’d hate to see that happy face disappear. It’s what’s keeping me sane. It’s what’s keeping me from utterly falling apart because I know she needs me too.

I need my dogs. I need my best friends. I need my family back.

What I don’t need is to look through old photos so I can find the perfect one to frame with her collar. What I don’t need is the realization that one of my paw tattoos has suddenly become a memorial on my skin. What I don’t need is this empty feeling in my being. And I definitely don’t need the constant reminder ringing in my head that she is gone and will never come back.

I love you, my little bear. I love you, my sweet girl. I love you, my little bundle of Freedom.

[idontplaytrack]

Neverland

Janis 'Imi'ike x fem! reader

Warnings: just domestic fluff lol

Other parts to the series can be found here.

— wc: 3.8k

The weather was slightly cool despite the usual humidity, so you decided it was a good morning for a run, or a walk. So…since you were up early, you got freshened up and appropriately dressed for some movement. You took your Nalgene will you, filled up with ice water. Before you left, you took a few sips to quench your thirst. With your phone in your pocket, you began your morning walk free of any other distractions. You took a little hike, then turned back and walked home. On the way, you stopped by the usual supermarket to just look for any new stuff Janis or anyone else in the family might like. 

You grabbed a basket, immediately headed for the first aisle. You only wanted to pass some time, and get some quiet time for yourself. Being alone for a bit always helped you recharge, especially shopping solo. You grabbed a new box of fruit snack gummies for Kalia, a six-pack of Janis’ favourite flavour of Hawaiian Sun then a bag of your favourite pretzels. Deciding that there wasn’t anything else worth buying immediately, you proceeded to the checkout. 

You hadn’t even taken a few feet out of the store when a noise caught your attention and stopped you in your tracks. There was a dog…nearby. You looked towards where you heard the sound and saw a cardboard box. You saw it moving, then a little paw hitting the side of the box. You rushed over and squatted down, “Oh, my God.” It was a rottweiler pup. And it was the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen. “Hi~ hi, baby.” 

It whined, clawing at the box, wanting to get out. You decided to pick him up, scratching his head softly. He was comfortable with you holding him, you chuckled to yourself. “You’re so cute.” You sighed, “Maybe we should get you checked out, hm? Let’s go.” The pup had no collar, so someone very likely just left him in this box here. In fact, the box wasn’t even here when you arrived at the store to shop. You took the pup to the vet and they got it vaccinated since it was around eight weeks old and you had no idea if it was already vaccinated. “He’s not chipped.” 

“Oh.” You nodded, “So I can keep…him?”

“Yeah, no collar, no microchip, you said there wasn’t anything in the box you found him in. So, I don’t see why not if you’re able to give him a loving home.” The vet smiled.

And so, your walk took a little bit longer than you’d expected it to be. But you were very happy to have gained a new friend. Carrying the bag of groceries in one arm, you held him in the other. He was so calm and well-behaved, honestly. You weren’t even bothered by how heavy the groceries were starting to feel after a half-hour long trek back home from the clinic.

When you eventually got home, Janis was awake and in the kitchen. “Hey!” She turned around and smiled at you, “Saw your note— oh, God, you got a puppy?”

“Eh, I found him outside the mart. Someone just left him.” You put the bag of groceries down.

“We’re keeping him, right?” Janis rushed over after setting down a bowl of oatmeal. “He’s vaccinated, no collar, no chip. So, yeah we are.” 

“Aw, he’s such a cutie. We’re definitely keeping him. I think it’ll be good, for you. Help you cope.” 

You sighed deeply, sitting down on the couch and putting him down. “Don’t remind me. Finally got myself to exercise after rotting in bed and at home for like, two weeks.”

Janis smiled softly, hand grabbing yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “We need to go get stuff for him.” You changed the subject.

“We can go right now if you want.” Janis watched the puppy walk everywhere, exploring his new home. “Kalia’s with Aaron and Aza.” 

“I know, because of me.” You nearly scoffed. 

“Hey, she’s okay. Alright? You need some time to adjust and that’s perfectly normal. Kid’s having the time of her life right now.” 

“Let’s go get the stuff we need before he pisses on the floor everywhere.” 

Janis didn’t like that you were changing topics so quickly, but at least you were in better spirits thanks to the pup. Before today, all you felt like doing was sleep. The results of the biopsy really dampened your mood.

“I don’t…I don’t get it, what?” You squinted. 

“We don’t know the cause of the tumor. Pregnancy or physical trauma to the area are a couple of the risk factors but since you have neither that are recent, and your medical history doesn’t show us any other factors, your case is likely idiopathic.”

You just sat there and tried to process everything. Your mind was an utter mess, racing with a whole lot of emotions and thoughts and questions.  You had zero idea where to begin to dissect everything going on in your head. So, you just kept your mouth shut. 

“It’s not cancer, but it can progress like one. Fast, aggressive…but it’s benign in nature and only locally-aggressive.” 

“The pain. Is agonising.”

“I hear you. There are a few treatment options. We can wait and see, scan it regularly. Treat it with radiation—”

“No.” You cut him off, “You said it’s not cancer, I don’t want to treat it like one.” 

He simply nodded in understanding, unfazed. “Other than that, we can work out a complete surgical removal, but that would mean the area would be left as a permanent hollow area. We need to use mesh to patch the area back up, meaning pregnancy would not be easy or even possible to be on the err side of caution. The last option would be cryoablation, where the tumor essentially gets freezed off via probes that inject extreme cold to destroy the cells. There is no cookie-cutter approach for this, y/n. It’s all up to you to choose, but I recommend waiting and watching for a few months so we can get a better understanding of its tempo. Before we proceed. Yes?”

“Okay. Watch and see.” You answered simply.

“Pain medication wise? What works, what doesn’t?”

“Tylenol doesn’t help. Naproxen takes the edge off at best, allows me to sleep when I can’t. I don’t really feel like doing much moving when the pain flares up.”

“I see in the system that you were given Tramadol when you were admitted for the CT?”

“Yeah, but it made me nauseous even when the meds to help. Then I’m so sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open.”

“That is normal for Tramadol. But it helps?”

You nodded.

“I’ll prescribe the pill form of it to you, along with an anti-emetic medicine. Try waiting longer after the medicine for nausea, see if it works better. As for the drowsiness, it will help you get through the day faster especially with a flare. Just try and rest, and leave everything else for when you feel better to work.“

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You were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV waiting for your meds to kick in. Nemo— that would be Kalia’s idea, she was really into that Disney movie right now. The puppy was snuggled up comfortably next to you and keeping you company while Janis was working in the home office, writing for the magazine she’s been working for. Absentmindedly, you gave him head scratches and he showed his appreciation by snuggling closer. You glanced at him, then shifted somewhat so you could lay down more comfortably. He watched you as you shut your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep. Things have been pretty quiet as of late with Kalia having officially started school now. Some time had passed before you heard someone walking about in the living area. Your eyes peeled open to see that it was Janis, then she stopped and looked at you. “Hi.” She grinned, happy to see you, “Hi, cutie.” 

You smiled back at her sleepily, pecking her on the lips when she walked over.

“Aaron picked Kalia up already.” Janis revealed.

You let out an exhale in amusement, “They need to stop doing that without telling us first.”

“I know.” Janis chuckled, “They live nearby, the school’s also nearby but come on, thought I was late to pickup seeing his text.”

You shrugged, sitting up straight.

“You feeling any better?”

“I’m very drowsy, so yeah.” You laughed airily.

“Feel like eating something yet?” Janis asked hopefully. 

You murmured, “No.” Eyes searching for Nemo to find him by his crate, playing with his toys until he felt your gaze on him. Then, he sped over to you, wagging his tail. Janis picked him off the floor and placed him carefully on the couch. “Hi, bud.” You gave him head scratches again, he gave you a little bark in appreciation.

“How about some water, honey?” Janis asked, and you knew you had to stay hydrated, but the lingering nausea was making you feel very uneasy. “Bit by bit, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed quietly. After handing you the cup with a straw in it, Janis proceeded to plate Kalia’s lunch, knowing that Aaron would be home with her in just a few minutes. While you were using the bathroom, you heard the front door open and shut, Kalia saying hi to Janis, Aaron doing the same, Nemo barking happily because his friend was home.

“Hi, mama.” Kalia came over to you quickly, excited to see you after a whole day at school.

“Hey, my love. Did you have fun?”

“Yep.” She nodded, “PE was really fun.”

You nodded in return giving her a small smile, “Wash your hands, then sit down to eat, alright?”

“I will, mama.” 

You sat with Kalia while she ate, Aaron helped himself to some food too, joining the kid and Janis. “Mama, I think you should take a nap.” Kalia mentioned.

“I’m okay, baby.” You told her, Janis squinted at you like you were insane. You knew you felt out of it, but you’ve been as absent as you could get for the day. You didn’t like that.

“Nappppp.” Kalia sighed dramatically. 

Janis laughed, but agreed, “She’s right, honey.”

“Yeah, she’s right, honey.” Aaron chimed in playfully, successfully making you laugh. You huffed, “Fineeeee.”

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Janis had work the next morning, along with the rest of the family. So that meant you were the one in charge of taking Kalia to school, you were finally having a good day…even going for a hike once you’d dropped her off. Well, of course, Nemo came along. He loved being all snuggled up in your zip-up hoodie, looking at everything around him. 

“You’re such a good boy.” You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his head as he sat still in your hoodie. There weren’t many people around which wasn’t unusual this time of year, so it was even better. Fresh air, feeling the wind blowing towards you, the warmth of the sun like an embrace. Well, not many people visited this part of the island actually. So life was pretty peaceful for the most part. 

An hour later, you were done with the hike, having spent the last 20 minutes or so just standing at a lookout point to appreciate your surroundings. You’ve been living here awhile and this place still manages to amaze you time after time. So, you started making your way back to your starting point then slowly, walked back home. You also stopped to get shave ice, but you honestly just wanted to pop by and say hi to Allie. You haven’t been there in awhile. 

Allie saw you walking up to the front and gasped when she noticed Nemo just all snuggly in your hoodie. “Oh, my goodness.” She gushed, “Doggieeee.”

“Hi, Allie.” 

“Hi.” She grinned, “I didn’t know you guys got a puppy.”

You laughed, “This is Nemo. Found him outside the grocery store near our place.”

“Aw, he’s so precious. Hi, baby.” 

Nemo immediately let her pet him and scratch under his chin. “You want anything? On the house.” 

“Allie, you and your mom’s given me plenty of free dessert.” You squinted at her.

“Come on, it’s just a little thing.” Allie insisted, her Mom walked out from the kitchen in the back and chimed in in agreement. 

“Hi, Lupe.” You waved with a tight lipped smile.

“Who’s this cutie?”

“Nemo.” Allie answered.

“Oh, cute.” The older woman chuckled, “Like the fish?”

“Exactly.” You bit back a laugh.

“Come on, niña. Pick a flavour, you deserve a treat.” 

“Alright, alright. Green apple.” 

Lupe got to making your shave ice while Allie stepped out from behind the counter to ask to hold Nemo. You handed him to Allie and she just walked around showing him random things— he couldn’t have been more interested and you found it amusing. “How was Chicago?” Lupe asked.

“Was good, and then rough.” You kept it brief, “Going through quite a bit that I would rather not be. But I don’t have a choice.” 

“I get it, mija. Sometimes you just feel like you can’t go one anymore, but whatever it is…life is still beautiful. There’s so much more to it than the problems.” She handed you the little plastic bowl, “Enjoy.”

You smiled, cheeky grin on your face as you stuck a twenty dollar bill into their tip jar. Lupe gasped, “No.”

“Yes.” You retorted, “You deserve it. And so much more, you have blessed me with so much shave ice when I was pregnant with Kalia.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Lupe. Just take it, okay? As a thank-you.”

“Your random hundred dollar tip when you brought by Kalia six years ago was plenty of a thank-you.”

“Six years ago.” You reminded. 

“Ay, okay, okay. Just rest, sit down.” Lupe bit back a laugh.

“Thank you~” You slid into a chair, quietly eating your shave ice that made you feel better in this humidity. Watching Nemo still being shown around the shop made you chuckle every now and then, especially when Allie raised his paw to wave at you. After a few more minutes, Nemo was returned to you and Allie went back behind the counter, washed her hands and put her apron back on. By then, another customer walked in. You put Nemo back in your hoodie and carried on finishing up your dessert. He fell asleep in the meantime, probably bored. On your way out, you threw the plastic spoon and bowl into a trash can. Sighing when you felt the twinge of pain in your lower right side, you still continued making your way home. Though, the pain was getting worse over time. You mostly chose to ignore it, not wanting it to get to you. Sometimes, that was all it took to feel normal. But well, other times, not a chance.

At last, you were home. You put Nemo on the floor and let him do whatever he pleased. He immediately sprinted to his small pile of toys and started to chew on one. Seconds later, he ran up to you and dropped a little tennis ball by your feet. You bent down to pick it up, chewing on the inside of your cheek when you felt the ache. Once you tossed the ball, he was sent running after it and returned with it in his mouth, tail wagging. You slid off the couch, deciding to sit on the floor instead to play with him. You threw the ball a few times, he brought it back to you every time. It’s like he’d never be bored of it. But still, you picked up a different toy: a flat plush pig. Once you held that up, he dropped the ball and eagerly ran back to you, biting into the item. You tugged on it and let him pull back, just to mess with him a bit but quickly let him have it. “Okay, here you go.” You said with a laugh.

His favourite toy, however, was this little camel. Which…you couldn’t find. Until you got up, looked around and saw it in his bed. You quickly grabbed it from there but he still saw you and nicely sat in front of you, waiting for it. He was so cute, you seriously just wanted to squish his cheeks. 

After picking Kalia up from school, you managed to get her freshened up and fed before your pain took a turn for the worst. “You okay, mama?” 

“Mhm.” You told her.

“Do you need to take a nap?” She asked

“No, my love. I’m okay. Just need to…sit down is all.” 

Kalia scrunched up her face, unconvinced. But, she nodded. “I’m fine, honey.” You told her again. She continued eating her lunch and you asked her how her day went. “It was fun, but then someone decided to scribble on my drawing. That made me mad.” 

“Oh, that’s not nice of them.” 

“She told on me. But she was the one who did it, I didn’t even touch her drawing.”

“I know, honey. Next time, sit at a different table. And if she tries to sit with you and you don’t feel like it, politely tell her, ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should sit together again’.”

“Amelia would never listen. So annoying. Last week, she took Cory’s eraser to borrow it and said it disappeared. But I saw. And I got Cory his eraser back.”

“That’s really nice of you, sweetie.” 

“Hiiii.” Janis came home early, “How are my girls?” 

“Hi, mommyyyyy.” Kalia beamed, Janis came up to her and gave her a hug from behind.

“Hi, my love. How was school?”

“She’s mad at Amelia for scribbling on her drawing.” You explained, “But yesterday, this gal got Cory his eraser back after Amelia claimed it ‘disappeared’.”

“That’s my girl, hm?” Janis kissed her on the top of her head, “That’s good. Always help your friends if you can.”

“Yes, mommy.” Kalia nodded, “I know.”

“And how are you?” Janis walked over to you, cautiously hugging you from the back too. You laughed off her question, not wanting to get into that conversation in front of Kalia. “Need help with your homework, sweetie?”

She pondered for a moment and said, “No, I don’t think so.”

“Alrighty, but if you do need any help, we’re right here.”

“Okay, mama.” She nodded firmly, “I’m done eating.”

You smiled, taking her plate and cutlery to go wash them. “Can I watch TV?” 

“Of course you can.” Janis agreed, “Go ahead. Just for awhile and then take a shower, yeah?”

“Yup, then I’ll do my homework.” 

With Kalia now entertained by the TV, Janis took this time to sit down with you. “So…meds?” She asked quietly. “No.” You declined. 

“I wanna nap.”

She took your hands into her own, “Go. Take a nap.” 

“Will you come with me?” Your lips jutted out in an adorable pout. You usually never asked her to be with you while you took a nap. At least, never since having Kalia. 

“Alright.” She kissed the back of your hand, “Just a minute, okay? I’ll talk to Kalia and then we can go in.” 

“I’ll wait for you in our room.”

“Okay, honey.” Her thumb stroked your knuckles, “Be careful.” 

Janis quietly sat down next to Kalia on the couch once you were out of earshot. “Is mama okay?”

Janis nodded, “She is. But mama’s hurt, you know how when we fall or hit our head…and we get a little bump?”

Kalia nodded, eyes now focused on Janis as she spoke. “So that’s kind of what she has. She has a little bit of a bump in her tummy that makes her feel some pain. Sometimes, she may want to just sit for a bit or nap, but she’s okay.”

“Okay.” Kalia seemed to be in thought but her face soon relaxed, “So…she’s sleeping now?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Is her tummy hurting?” Kalia sulked.

“A little, but she’ll feel better with some rest.” 

“I get it, mommy.” Kalia smiled.

“Is it okay if I go keep mama company for a bit? If you need anything, just come in and look for me, yeah?”

“Sure, mommy.” Kalia gave Janis a hug, Janis kissed her on the head then headed to the bedroom to look for you.

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Janis quietly pushed the door open and walked in, remembering to leave the door ajar in case Kalia needed to look for her. You were laying on your side, facing the door. Janis joined you in bed, laying down next to you but shifted herself, knowing that you’d want to lay on her instead of just next to her. You got yourself situated, and her palm was quickly rubbing your back. You tilted your head and gave her a little kiss on the…jaw. You didn’t have the energy to move up. “You don’t wanna lay on your side?” Janis asked, worried about you putting your weight entirely on your stomach. With your cheek to her chest, you shook your head and murmured in disagreement.

“Can’t change your mind, can I?” Janis asked with a sigh, running her hand through your hair.

“No.” You mumbled, “This helps.” 

Janis hummed, “Okay.” She then planted a kiss to your head, “I saw Lupe and Allie on my way home. You brought Nemo there today?”

“Mhm. He loved looking at everything.” You mentioned, “It was so funny. Allie was literally showing him everything from the machines to the plants outside— he just kept looking and seemed so into it.” 

Janis laughed lightly, “Yep, that’s him alright.”

You hummed, nodding your head as your pointer finger aimlessly traced squiggles on Janis’ chest. “Did you have anything to eat for lunch?”

“I don’t feel like it.” You answered. Janis understood, the pain sometimes tended to get to the point where you lost your appetite entirely.

“That’s alright, baby.” She assured, “Just nap for now, okay? We can always try later if you’re hungry.” 

You agreed in a quiet voice, closing your eyes. “It’s hard.” You let it out.

“I know, baby.” Janis draped the blanket over you as she spoke, “But you’re doing your best everyday. And that is enough.”

You looked at her sleepily but then just snuggled closer and allowed the sleepiness to take over. Feeling her arms wrapped around you so securely always made you feel at peace, like nothing else in the world mattered.

“Honey. If you feel like you can only give 30% today, and you give 30%, you’ve given it all you’ve got. That is enough. More than enough.”

A smile crept onto your face, tugging at your lips, “Thank you.”

Janis doesn’t say anything but held you tighter, letting you drift off to sleep. “I love you.” You mumbled, “Thank you for always believing in me.”

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💭A/N: Remember when I said this story was ending soon? Yeah, I don’t think it will now 🤣

[great-and-small]

hey i know this is really heavy but... My pet of 13 years was put to sleep yesterday morning and I was wondering if you have any tips on handling the loss and absence of him. My whole family is struggling really hard and I would appreciate it.

Anon I have been thinking about how to answer this and what words of comfort I can offer you in this time of grief. I have held the hand of so many people through the death of their pet and still I oftentimes find myself at a loss for words. It’s something I think about a lot, so I’m sorry that this is quite long-winded.

I was driving my grandmother to a doctors appointment a few weeks ago and she was telling me about her first dog, a Boston terrier named Guppy that she’d had since she was 8 years old. She told me that during her first year in college she received an unexpected phone call from home out of the blue. In those times, phone calls were expensive and you really only got an unscheduled call when a relative or loved one had passed away. She told me that as she was walking to the room to take the call she had prayed to God that the news on the other end of the line would be the death of her own grandmother, rather than the now geriatric Guppy who had been sick for some time. It was a call about Guppy of course, and my grandma told me she’s been guilty her whole life for wishing that a family member had died instead. She told me that she was intentionally sharing this story with me because she didn’t want me to ever feel guilty if I grieve the loss of my dog more than I do her death someday. She told me that the love of a pet is something different, and losing it hurts in a different way.

This was a morbid story with a morbid sentiment (though entirely in character for my grandma) but it got me thinking about the nature of our grief for pets. They are such constants in our lives that in many ways losing them can be harder to bear than the loss of someone who matters to you in a completely different way. My grandma didn’t love her dog more than she loved her relative, it’s just a different type of grief.

Do not let anyone (including yourself) minimize your loss, because your pet was here, they were important, and your love for them mattered immensely.

So now let me say this; I am so happy that your pet was able to spend 13 years with a family that loved and treasured them. I hope for every single one of my patients to have that safety and warmth and affection, your pet was lucky to be so dearly loved. That said, here are some little things that I will recommend to people who ask me for help in dealing with the loss of their companion.

Take things one day at a time. This sounds like a cliche and maybe it is one but I found it helped me. Try not to think about the future without your pet, but focus on getting through the day, especially in the short term after the loss. Take care of yourself and your physical needs as much as you can.

Actively grieve your pet. By this I mean, dealing with grief is hard work that cannot be ignored or put aside. Rather than shying away from memories of your pet, take the time to purposefully think about them and the life they shared with you. It hurts and it sucks so much, but there is no shortcut through it.

Memorialize your pet. This can be anything, but try to find a way to honor your pet’s memory. Make a painting, or volunteer at an animal shelter for a day, donate old blankets to a vets office in your pets name, make a rock garden, buy a fruit tree and plant it somewhere, put together a photo collage of your pet. Doing little things like this helped me more than anything else when I was grieving my dog.

Talk about them. It seems so dumb but I swear it helps. Talk about what they were like when they were little, what funny things they did to make you laugh, what it meant to have them by your side through all those years. It doesn’t have to be a therapist, but find someone kind who can listen to the stories about your pet that made them who they were.

And most of all please know that someday (maybe not soon, but someday) it will hurt less. In the meantime please be kind to yourself as much as you can.

[cbk1000]

wip game -- veterinarian Merthur AU

Tagged by @thesongistheriver. This is from the sequel to the fic that actually has a proper title on ao3, but will forever be known to me simply as 'vet fic' because that's what it was called for like nine months in my Google Docs. I don't know how long this snippet is supposed to be, but I haven't been posting much writing lately, so I'll just dump a good chunk here.

As a sober man he would have been embarrassed at himself; but as a slightly pissed one, he put his chin in his hands and stared at Merlin not unlike the child was doing. They were both looking at him like dogs, full of stupid loyalty, and love; and Merlin, looking back at him, suddenly flashed the dimples unbearably, so that Arthur could see he had showed them in the same helpless feeling with which Arthur was receiving them. He was never very sure in his love, of where he stood in its estimation. For him it was a thing which he could never be sure of having, but which he could be sure of losing. But Merlin’s whole face was lit up with it across the table, with the small boy for witness. He was just unabashedly doing it, where anyone could see he was smitten.

Then someone else came round to ask Merlin why their cat went, “Bleugh” and the boy was taken off for his nap by his mother, and the look was turned away from him, though he kept it safe, and warm in his throat. 

“You’re slightly pissed, aren’t you?” Merlin asked when they were alone once more.

“No,” Arthur said, which for some reason prompted a laugh.

“Yes you are, you big numpty. Want to go for a walk and have a bit of a drunken snog? I’ll catch up to you real quick. What, did you have a whole entire glass by yourself?”

“Two whole entire glasses,” Arthur replied crisply.

Merlin shotgunned his own, and a bit of whiskey to be safe, since the blood of drinkers was in his veins; then he grabbed his jacket, Arthur, and a handful of cheese tarts which he ate with no consideration for Arthur, who possibly might not have fancied snogging a man whose breath was now more onion than oxygen. They were heading out, jacket, cheese tarts, and the alcohol which was driving the semi-public indecency to come, when Merlin’s phone went. He fumbled it out of his pocket as they were crossing the lawn to the garden, said, “Gaius” to Arthur, and into the phone, “How are the cats, before Arthur can start nagging me to ask?” He reached out his hand for Arthur’s, which Arthur was just slightly pissed enough to take, in public, for the second time in the same day. “Yeah, I kind of figured they wouldn’t die immediately under your care.”

Arthur rolled his eyes.

Then they stopped in the middle of the lawn, under a second shower just beginning to start up as the first slacked off, though it was not yet, to any Briton, let alone two who were regularly on the moors in the worst weather that a cow could contrive to bring them out in, something to shelter from. Merlin had caused the halt by getting caught up in something Gaius had said, and now was making his Thinking Face, which wrinkled up his brow and lips whenever he was confronted with a case that confounded him, and which Arthur privately thought was cute; very privately, almost secretively even to himself, in case Merlin got wind of the fact that he was not superiorly hideous. 

“Hmm. Ok, yeah, can you send me a couple of pictures? Yeah, no, it’s fine, Arthur and I were just about to go for a walk. Yeah, that was a euphemism, but I can pop out for a minute. I’ll still be in the mood for a walk in a few minutes.”

“Could you not,” Arthur said.

Merlin dimpled at him. Then he dropped Arthur’s hand, gave him the jacket to hold, as if it would have given him too respectable an air wandering round with it over his arm, and said, “Meet me in the garden? Gaius and I are going to chat about a weird abscess thingy for a minute.”

“‘Weird abscess thingy’? Is that the technical term?”

“Yes it is.”

Tagging @kirythestitchwith @the-pen-pot @garglyswoof (I don't know if you have a WIP, I just want to pressure you into writing something) and @aemelia (for the same reason). Also anyone else who wants to do this, consider yourselves tagged. I'm not sure who all has a WIP right now. (I assume most of you dumpster fires here on dumpsterfire.com have several you're frantically juggling with your personal life.)

[1-800-local-slut]

With a Heavy Heart- Chapter 4

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈： 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ， 𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒯𝒲： 𝒥*𝒽𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸****ℯ𝓇， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈ℯ （𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓃ℯℊ𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉）, 𝒶𝓃ℊ𝓈𝓉，𝓈𝓂ℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔，𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈，𝓁𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓁， 𝒥ℴ𝒽𝓃’𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉，𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈

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August 18th, 1997

Dear diary- I never thought I’d see the day when I loved my job. But the day has come. Dean and I wrapped up a pair of shapeshifters then a ghost in Baltimore. I wrapped up the guy in the Chinese shop, dragged his body out back and into the dumpster then lit it on fire. Dean’s put up a fight, she threw a rotisserie chicken at him and two hot dogs. She sprinted out the back and I tackled her before getting her back into the store. I was personally ready to just shoot her and go home. But Dean, ever the hero, asked about the pack. The thing got real angry, and she lunged at us, but I handcuffed her to some pipes in the break room. After some light interrogation (I gave it five seconds to talk then I kicked it in the mouth) she told us she and her man were on their own. Some sad love story between the two who ran away from their pack. I honestly would’ve let her go, but Dean didn’t appreciate getting bitten in his shin so I shot it in the face. That and we did find some shedded skin (gross). Then we went to Baltimore.

I never thought I’d call Baltimore the city of love, but it’s mine! So, picture this. Dean and I, get into this abandoned hospital and get locked inside a small closet. I only agreed to go in because he helped me out with the shapeshifters. It was just us, dark as all hell, and I don’t know if it was my heartbeat or his beating so loud. He tried beating down the door, then we heard someone else walking around. The next thing I know, his hand is over my mouth and I’m pressed up against him and the door. I peeked through a crack in that ghetto ass door. I didn’t see anyone, but I wasn’t really invested in that. I know, poor timing, but I didn’t ask to be a hunter in my life. So yes, I took great joy in feeling Dean’s body against mine.

I had to climb on top of him, and get on his shoulders. His hands were on me and I had to squeeze into a vent. He muttered something about a pipe. I was worried about that for a minute until I saw a dead rat and almost vomited in the vent. Sometimes nose plugs just aren’t enough. I eventually got out and to the other side of the closet, and was able to get Dean out. We found the ghost or whatever, I still don’t really know what happened. I wasn't super invested. I just kept thinking about Dean. Even though the hospital smelt like shit, I was fine with it because he was present. Gosh, I never thought I’d have such a massive crush on Dean. I always thought he was cute but I never thought him holding my waist up to shove me into a vent would make my heart race. I’m a little bit nervous though. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Oh well, no time to worry about that. He’s with me now, and I think I heard the shower cut off. I’ll write more tomorrow.

P.S. I think Salem might be coming down with something, I may have to take him to the vet tomorrow.

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“So tell me, am I the only guy you sneak into this castle?” Asked Dean while he put his necklace back on. Fresh out of the shower, and in soft clean clothing he sauntered into the kitchen. He saw Salem sitting with the gorgeous huntress who was tenderly petting him on the island.

“Why? You jealous of the others?” She shot back looking up at him. Yes. He was jealous at the thought of another man in here with her. After today, he especially was. His heart jumped in his chest at the implication of others and he had to stop himself from frowning.

“If I am, you gonna stop having them over?” He teased sliding next to her on the kitchen island. But he was hoping she would, if there were any other guys. With a laugh, she handed him Salem and wordlessly got up from the counter top, turning on the tea kettle. He watched her take out a green container with a man in a soccer jersey on it.

“Tea?” She asked while twirling around holding a mug with her first initial on it. With a raised eyebrow, Dean decided to just leave it be instead of asking a possibly stupid question.

“Sure.” He responded. It was 8:00 PM now, and the two were settled in for a cozy evening. Dean called John from a payphone when they stopped for gas, told him it would take a bit longer and mentioned dropping by her place for help. Now he can’t say he never told him where he was. Plopping down a recliner while Salem jumped down and ran free.

His eyes raked over her body while she shut off the stove and he admired her shorts that clung to her shape and the matching cami she wore. Since he was squished up against her in the closet earlier, he was really thinking about her. Not in the normal tender, loving way he usually thought about her. In a more…intimate way. She was now walking towards him, Dean’s eyes were glued to her thighs that rubbed together as she walked towards him.

He felt tension though, unsure if it was between the two of them or just him. Her voice broke through his thoughts.

“Here you go hon.” Her eyes raked over his chest, he felt like he was being undressed by her gaze. He took it, brushing two fingers over her smaller ones. She slowly (maybe it was just Dean’s horny brain slowing her motions) turned and sat down on the arm rest of the recliner like always. With hesitance, Dean slowly moved to wrap his arm around her waist and rest his hand on her thigh. He felt her breast smoosh against his head and he fought the urge to bury his head in them. For some reason, things felt different than other times. This time it was like someone put on mood lights and left rose petals out for the two. Like something else was going to happen and separate their friendship from longing stares he gave her, soft pecks on the cheek and forehead and into something else.

He felt her shift closer to his body and saw her place her mug down. Dean stared right ahead at the window, the rain pouring down outside. Soft music played from her radio, just regular jazz that she liked. She casually wrapped her arms around his neck, Dean’s blood pressure shot up incredibly fast. Now Dean doesn’t freak out over women touching him often, that’s a regular day for him. But this woman was different. This one he wanted so much it made his heart ache.

“You mind if I sit on you?” Oh God. Swallowing, Dean tried to remain charming. He flashed her his signature boyish grin and looked deeply into her mysterious eyes.

“Long as you don’t crush me, beautiful.” He shot her a wink and she laughed. What the hell was that line? As long as you don’t crush me? Dean couldn’t help but admonish himself for his awkwardness. He was broken from his thoughts though, from her slowly sliding down onto his lap. Her ass was directly over Dean’s crotch and he knew right there he was going to blow it. Forget playing it cool, forget all of that. He couldn’t hide himself from her.

“Hey what’s on the TV?” Taking a sip from her mug, Dean tightened his grip on his mug. Reaching down for the remote, Dean stifled a moan feeling her move. Was this a test from God? To see if he would ruin his friendship and make a move on her? In his head, Dean began to chant.

‘If she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me.’ Right. He’s never known her not to say she wanted something. She was always super vocal, so if she wanted him he would kno-

“Dean.”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

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[jackass-jones]

Here’s some Shinji hcs I have made that I wanna share:

Shinjiro doesn’t know Jack shit about technology. Put him in front of a computer and turn your head for one second and the things making some cursed dial up sounds and definitely broken. He’d probably call remotes clickers. He just can’t keep up with these new fangled devices!

Hes autistic because get real like I’m gonna let him escape my grasp without making him autistic. But in particular hes the bad at eye contact kinda autistic, he’s often looking at his shoes when walking, off to the side when he’s being edgy, and in an upper corner when he’s nervous. And socially he is very much a cat he doesn’t wanna talk too much but he will just sit in the corner of the room while everyone else is talking. Hed definitely mask a lot and repress a lot of stims but one that always comes out is nail biting, he’s a big nail biter

Shinjiro just seems like he’d like to read and in particular hed read jane austin and he’d absolutely freak out if anyone found out lol. Like he hates school, it’s never clicked for him, but when he’s on his own I think he’d enjoy reading to pass time and idk he just gives strong jane austin energy

He sews he knows his fucking way with the needle your honor

Shinjiro was always secretly really jealous of Mitsuru cuz she has a motorcycle and he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever but he was always too afraid to ask if he could ride it. He will one day though don’t worry!

I really like nonbinary Shinji like he’s kinda insecure about his more feminine interests but the sees gang is pretty supportive so he eventually gets comfortable enough and he may wear nail polish or long skirts. He’s also definitely the type to have always been really defensive over his long hair like as a kid whenever his hair was cut he’d just be really upset over it and whenever someone comments on his hair being too long Akihiko is like 😤. And in general I think Shinji just doesn’t feel connected to gender hes just like get this thing away from me lol

If he doesn’t become a cook I like to imagine him becoming a vet

He has a really hard time saying no to the sees gang like if he’s one on one he can with great strength but if more than one of them are in the room absolutely not they all give the biggest puppy dog eyes and he thinks they’re adorable it creates lots of highjinks

When Ken talks about his favorite superheros and mangas Shinji tries to be supportive but he literally has no clue what this kid is talking about

Throwing in some akishinji teehee they both wanna be the strongest one in the relationship it creates lots of petty arguments but Akihiko definitely would pick up Shinji super dramatically bridal style and Shinji would hate it but secretly like it at the same time. He wants to be the strong one he wants to be the one to take care of Aki but also Aki is so strong 🫣

Throwing in some shinjifuuka too Shinji thinks Fuuka is the cutest person he’s ever met he just wants to scream but he can’t do that he can’t emote so he just sits there silently dying inside while Fuuka meows at the wall. I also think when he was on the streets and heard those people bragging about bullying Fuuka he kicked ass about it cuz yo fuck those people man they suck and Shinji wouldn’t put up with that, especially not once he actually meets Fuuka. Like I don’t think he’d try to pick fights as much after the coma and I don’t think he would if he was with Fuuka cuz she wouldn’t want him to fight people but before that yeah he’d definitely be pretty pissed. Also I think Fuuka is a knitter and Shinji is a sewer so they bond over that and make clothes for each other Fuuka makes Shinji a cutesy frog beanie and he’s like tch whatever 🥺 but definitely wears it and he’s really embarrassed its cute

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Kitty

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MJc1USr by RebelRedRiot Looking at this poor cat I couldn’t help but compare myself to it. I’d been born with a useless quirk and no matter how hard I tried, I’ve never been able to stand out. And once my 18th passed, my parents had told me to find a living for myself. They also told me how I could always ask them for help whenever I needed it. They never replied to my pleas. I look around and see no signs of a person or dog that could’ve hurt the poor thing. I stagger a bit, debating on what to do. It’s hurt, and if I take it to a vet I’d have to pay for its bills. But I don’t have the money to take care of a cat, let alone save one! I’m barely hanging onto life myself. I release a sigh, my breath becoming a white fog as it rises up into the air. I take a step back. Maybe, maybe someone else will find the poor cat. It’ll be fine! I turn my body in the direction of the other street, forcing myself to move away from the poor kitty. Walking out of the alley I stand still underneath the glow of a street light. What am I doing..? . . . Words: 11410, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Crimson Riot (mentioned) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Poverty, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Protectiveness, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Insecurity, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, money problems, Cats, Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), POV First Person, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Kirishima Never Went To U.A, I like making my favorite characters suffer, Loneliness, Lonely Kirishima Eijirou, might be a little ooc, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, (Bakugou Might Be A Little OOC), (Maybe Kirishima too), (Listen Writing Is Hard And I Tried), Gay Panic, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, True Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MJc1USr

[virtie333]

So, hey!

Someone in the neighborhood reported a trail of blood and a cop followed it to our house! Glad they are on top of things! Anyway, I was still in bed, so my brother let him in to meet Jackson and explain things, so all is well. Jackson went ballistic when he heard the doorbell, so he's feeling better. I just took more pain meds and started a load of laundry for my bloody hoodie, coat, leggings, and socks. The glove on my hurt hand was cut off last night so I threw its mate away.

Merry Christmas?

Anyway, I sent the dog owner Jackson's bill, and she said she'd get me a check by Friday. Half will go to my brother, who paid for half, the other to my Care Credit.

My BIL, the one I don't talk to, sent a private 'get well' email. He is mad for my sake; their dog has gotten attacked while on walks, too. This is the 3rd time Jackson has gotten attacked. I am so done with walking him in town. I'll take him to the barn or somewhere else in the middle of nowhere.

Anyway, my older sister sent me a check for Christmas that will cover Chester's January board. My other sister got me a gift card that allowed me to get some Bath and Body hand soap, and some new nail polish (unnecessary things that I love). My brother, before he ended up spending half of his SS check at the vet, got me a gift card, too. I used it to get something he can enjoy, too: the Moon Knight steelbook.

I'm going to attempt to clean Chester's paddock in an hour or two, if only to spend some time outside with him. It's cloudy, but almost 50 degrees!

[lizzdaniellexo]

I wanted to share something I experienced yesterday while taking my Felix boy to the vet for a shot.

A woman walked in saying that she needed a stretcher for her dog who was too weak to walk. I was sitting there waiting to be cashed out and the woman explained her dog needed to be euthanized. My heart shattered. My mom and I just put Sarabi down a few months ago and even though she was a cat, it was just as painful. I wanted to hug the person in the lobby, but I kept to myself.

When I was going outside to put Felix in the car, another woman was standing outside the car waiting for the vets to help escort the dog out of the car. I sat there and kept watching. This woman held it together beautifully. I didn’t know how she was doing it. As soon as the dog was inside, this woman got in her car and broke down. At that point I couldn’t sit there and watch anymore. I got out of my car, tapped on her window, and gestured for her to get out of the car. I wrapped her in my arms as she sobbed. I told her how sorry I was for her having to do this. I also apologized for being a creepy stranger who hugs people. 😂 I assured her she was doing the right thing. But this was a family member, don’t let anyone tell you differently.

She thanked me and asked me my name. We wished each other a happy holidays.

Amy, I know you will never see this. But I did what I would’ve wanted someone else to do for me. I didn’t want you to feel alone in that moment. I chose kindness. Sometimes it doesn’t take much to be kind.

I hope that dog felt so much better after going over the rainbow bridge. 🌈

[encorific]

what the dog doin???

more about him below break!!! :]

this is my stupid dog he's a workaholic and plays bonescape on the job at HQ

art is a bit old, ham looks kinda different than i draw him now, and i wanna change the spider logo on his back, but dogg..

he and ham have that coworker love-hate-but-usually-hate dynamic because i say so‼️

stupidly long dog infodump incoming vv

-his entire dimension is populated by silly dogs !!

-chased a frisbee thrown by his Uncle Bernard during a game of fetch into a bush with a spiderweb in it. this is when he was bit by his spider

-hes a medical journalist/intern at the Daily Beagle in his dimension. he got a veterinary degree since he wanted to learn more about his abilities on that level, and had always been interested in the concept, but ended up being stuck with an internship instead of a vet job. he uses his Spider-Hound battles to get photos of rare injuries and the like.

-speaking of the Daily Beagle, Spider-Ham physically attacked him once, accusing him of plagiarism.

-he juggles his internship with also being the head of the medical wing at HQ. most work he does is logging information about the various Spider-People that come and go, so he and anyone else there can more easily treat them in the future. he's gained a lot of dumb jokes and weird looks when a dog steps out to treat wounds, though, and every time he does he's gotten used to saying 'i don't shed' before anything else.

-he will sleep in his office under his desk on a dog bed a lot, just so he can go right back to work easily the next day.

-while his world has a somewhat cartoony appearance, toon force is a lot less significant than in universes such as Ham's.

-he has heightened hearing and smell because he's a dog, but it was heightened further after the spider bite. he often wears earplugs, only taking them out when in his office, so he can hear when someone walks into his wing.

-organic webbing, but it usually doesn't hold well since he's always exhausted.

-he can run on all fours, able to outrun most Spider-People like this.

-he's weaker than other Spider-People, and while the toon force's resilience provides some protection, he still struggles to physically fight your usual, non-dog villains.

-he hates any kind of smoke.

-he is 100% the guy to tell you to sleep and drink water and then stay awake for 5 days straight only drinking room temperature pepsi.

-he made a translation collar for hq so that he could talk to others. otherwise, he just makes huffs, gruffs, and woofs. (100% inspired by dug)

-he can be understood by standard quardopedal dogs without the collar on, and can understand them regardless. they don't usually have much to say that anyone would find interesting. food! squirrel!

-if someone is rude to him about being a dog and their ailment is minor, he'll refuse care until they own up to their actions. he's been reprimanded for this before, but knows he won't get fired.

-he's kind of on Miguel's side, but only because he's put his entire life into HQ and wouldn't risk losing it. once he's attached to something, he's locked down, loving like a dog.

-he loves great pyrenese (his gwen was one, named gizmo)

-when miguel came to recruit him, he had to write down 'give me a dictionary and come back in 48 hours' on a notepad, and made his translation collar within that time. miguel was a bit impressed by his dedication, which helped him get his position.

canon events: vv

-a rabid dog broke into his home, still somewhat conscious of decisions and continuing his life of crime in his haze. Pawter had let the man go earlier that day, before the furious rabies had set in, and Pawter had thought the guy was just a bit strange. the rabid dog bit his Uncle Bernard, leaving him to not die then and there, but slowly, with nothing to do to help. this both encouraged him to become Spider-Hound, and encouraged his medical interest onwards.

-lost Gizmo Stacy and Harry Pawsborn in a similar way to the classic 616 Peter Parker

-when his Aunt May's health began to deteriorate, after he'd lost his uncle and closest friends, he began to work at HQ more than back at home, ashamed of it, but too scared to watch as his aunt faded away too.

[rogueartistjyn]

On the same day my wife & I got the election results we expected, which were crushing & so disappointing, our vet called to tell us our youngest fur baby is terminally ill.

Oswin Pinky Pie Pond. Baby Monkey. The Monk. The Chupacabre. Baby chupie. Our baby. I cannot express the amount of soul crushing sadness we are experiencing right now.

Her sister has been very ill for a while now, so we made the decision to let them go. Together. Tomorrow.

Her sister was THAT dog for me & watching her decline has been so hard. She was the Jake to my Finn. She quite literally saved me from one of the darkest moments in my life. Leela Boo Bug. Baby dog. Old dog.

She hated dancing, loved walks & soaking up sunshine. I called her my "Krypto". We've had the best adventures. She made it to 17. But now, she can barely walk & she sleeps all the time & she hurts. She's down to about 15 lbs from her normal 23. The vet said she was declining & her liver numbers sbowed her liver was beginning to malfunction. I have already been mourning her for a year.

Oswin was always so happy she had a sister. I'm happy Leela made it to be with her in the end.

I don't exactly know how we are going to get through this, but everyone says it's the right thing to do.

It doesn't feel like it. And I guess I'm sharing this experience in the hopes it will help someone else. It's an impossible decision when one of them is bounding around & seems healthy. But she isn't. They gave her 2 weeks & said the decline will be rapid.

We have been sobbing on & off for 3 days now.

They are the bestest girls.

My heart is shattered.

But we made them a promise. We'd never leave them & we'd always be there for them & do what was best.

The best feels awful.

Sweet dreams, babies.

You made my life so much better.

[elphabashepard]

Today was a good day.

It didn’t start off that way. Or really continue that way, if I’m honest. Several things continued to or went wrong through the morning. Skye got my keys stuck & couldn’t get in to let Serena out. Jim was being a pain in the butt. Callie suddenly needed information she’d asked Keith for two weeks ago (surprise, surprise 🙄).

But I have awesome neighbours, Jo gave Skye my keys, Helen was home to answer Skye’s knock & it all worked out. Skye is so nice & apologetic & would have driven to Stevenage to get my keys if she needed, whereas Kate always makes me out to be the bad guy. It’s so refreshing.

I had a chat with Sarah, only a brief one but enough to remind me why it’s so good to talk to her. Monika’s lovely & I like her a lot, but Sarah & I are so similar, we know what the other’s going to say three quarters of the time before we even say it. I need that sometimes. She knows me so well, she’d clocked something wasn’t right with me before I was even fully aware of it, & being seen that way always helps. Like I’m not some alien that doesn’t make sense to humanity at large.

Then very slowly, all the problems got sorted out. Sarah sorted Callie. I sorted Jim. Skye sent me stuff about Serena, who was doing amazing & Skye really adores her, which always fills me with warmth & relief.

Monika & I got out for a walk & the weather was so much better than I was expecting. Then together (together! What a novel experience that still is, to have someone else to share all this extra work stuff with!) we put a list together that Keith needs. I bounced a few things off her that had come directly to me.

Then I was able to help out at the IDBS meeting & had another moment of someone just knowing me - Robyn really is lovely, I wish I had more to do with her - which made me glow.

I came home to a very excited Serena that I had been worrying about all afternoon because she was so active, but she wasn’t frustrated or mischievous, she was just happy & excited. We met Mischa & his owner on the way out, always lovely to chat (even if I still can’t get used to the compliments & feel guilty about accepting them in case there’s a behind-the-scenes reason he’s paying them because - no. He’s lovely but no). Serena absolutely adores that big gentle giant, it’s so sweet.

Then we met quite a few others dogs on the way round that Serena got to say hi to or play with & that makes her so happy, which in turn makes me really happy & everyone is usually so lovely & friendly to her & me. Serena had a race with a greyhound & finally got outstripped by a mile!

The sun wasn’t completely out but it was so warm - still is! Even with the sun setting. It’s the first time I’ve gotten this year to sit out in my garden while Serena’s playing her sniffer game for her food. I’ve learned so much from other dog people, so much more than I did at first from looking online, it’s made things so much easier.

I managed to complete all the goals in the PQ app for the first time today, have contributed to the group chat & been honest. I can’t remember right now when the last time I felt this at peace was.

I’m still waiting to hear about my blood tests until next week, but at least I know there’s a potential answer coming now, it’s not just that I’m rubbish at getting sleep of any substantial quality.

I’m not saying that suddenly everything is fixed. It isn’t. Serena’s vet bills have made things very awkward, bank wise. I’m meant to be travelling to Newark tomorrow & that’s more petrol to pay for but I can’t cancel because I really want to see the people up there & I owe them that effort.

But generally speaking? Today was good. I’m happy.

[rayvern-sheep]

Wuh… why do ppl care so much abt their pet’s balls..? Like… I’m just tryna watch a video of an absolute unit of a cat and most of the comments are talking about how nice it is to see a cat with balls cos they’re so much better and bigger and beefier and- -gags- sorry the way these ppl were talking abt neutering male cats make it sound like it’s their balls that get cut off.

They will literally lie about how a male cat is healthier intact.. when they’re fucking not. Acting like it’s the scary evil vets who want money. And it has nothing to do with the aggressive behaviour that intact males can exhibit, or maybe that they’re obsessed with territory marking (cat spray is strong.. and does not wash out of furniture) and reproducing and fighting. Not only that, but as someone who is taking testosterone and knows the risk of having it be the dominant sex hormone in your body, it does in fact shorten your lifespan lmao. It affects your heart and puts you at a higher risk for heart problems. That muscle and shit you get to have from T? Yeah, well it has a trade-off. That muscular unit of a cat is no healthier than the fat cats you were insulting. They both have high risk of heart problems, and they’re both that way because of the laziness of their owners. At least sometimes those fat cats have a condition that makes them that way and can not be helped. You getting that cat, not neutering it, and then letting it fucking free roam?! That’s all on you buddy. You have now made it everyone else’s problem that you love animal balls too much.

These ppl who get upset about neutering male animals could not give less of a shit about the spaying of female animals…. It’s fascinating…. Why does your fragile masculinity pass over to your animal, the thing that does not have a concept of gender and couldn’t care less whether it has balls or not. The reason we don’t castrate men left and right, Mister Fragile Masculinity, is that men tie their manhood to well… their “manhood” (dick and balls). Mr Snuffles the little kitty cat there, couldn’t give less of a fuck. He’s just happy to get food and have somewhere nice to sleep. My cat did not magically become obese when he was neutered. He’s always been a skinny little man, and that’s just how he is. You know how some men are just naturally more predisposed to be muscular or fat or skinny or whatever the fuck? Yeah.. well that’s the case for animals.

Neuter and spay your fucking cats, ESPECIALLY, if you’re gonna let’s them free roam. Or else I’m kidnapping them and fucking taking them to the vet myself. We’re not even gonna go into the idea of free-roaming cats right now, cos its 9am and I haven’t even had my breakfast yet. But the short version: if you can’t afford the time and effort of keeping an indoor cat, don’t fucking get one. You wouldn’t get a dog if you didn’t have the time to take it on walks. Stop treating cats like the easy option of pet. Your cat will love a longer and happier life neatened/spayed and indoors. No “catio” needed, so don’t come at me with “not everyone can afford an enclosed outdoor space” My boy will sit on a windowsill and be happy to watch the goings on. You’re just making up excuses now. Outdoor cats have a shorter and more stressful life, and love to kill animals for fun. They do no hunt to eat, it is not natural for cats to roam on every street and kill the natural wildlife. That… was the short version…

Anyway, I’m hangry. And I need to stop looking at ALL comments on YouTube, even on random short videos of cats apparently.