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So this post is for anyone who needs to hear it.
Sometimes behavioral euthanasia is your only option.
Maybe someone else could help your dog. Maybe the right trainer could turn everything around. Maybe you haven't found the med that works for your dog yet. Maybe a different or more experienced owner wouldn't have made the same choices. Maybe if there weren't kids involved. Maybe if you weren't married. Maybe if you were married. Maybe if you live out in the country. Maybe if you were more diligent. Maybe if you didn't hover so much. Maybe. Maybe. Maybemaybemaybemaybe.
Maybe.
But none of that happened. And you're here now. And it was the right choice.
It was you. In the home you have. With whoever you had to help you. Or without any support. Handling your dog to the best of your ability at that moment in time.
That includes having limited mental and emotional bandwidth. There may have been more things you were physically capable of doing, but that doesn't mean you had the emotional and mental resources to do them. You would've done them if you could have. If you knew that you should.
But i know for sure that you didn't pay a few hundred dollars so that someone would kill your friend for no reason.
You did it because you were unsafe. Or because someone else was. Or because your dog was so overwhelmed by the world that they couldn't cope.
You certainly didn't walk into a vet appointment where every choice you'd ever made regarding the dog was questioned and you were told about all the local and breed specific rescues because you didn't try.
You made that appointment and walked in and suffered through the interrogation because you loved your dog enough to know that putting them through being rehomed or institutionalized in a shelter would lower their quality of life so significantly that it wouldn't be worth living for them. Or because you knew that no one would ever be safe living with them.
You did it because you cared. Because you loved them. Because you trusted that it was the best option. Because you tried.
And it still hurt. Even if you were angry and relieved. It still hurt.
So, let me encourage you to let go of "maybe". You loved them. You tried. You cared. It was and wasn't enough all at the same time. You made the right choice.
You're the only one who has to suffer with this decision because they're now at peace.
Does it count as missing someone if you didn't really even know someone that well, but now wish that you could have?
Feeling this about a dead person...
My boyfriend's grandpa was a cool guy. He always had some sort of a story about everything. He'd never run out of things to talk about but he ran out of time to tell them. I never knew that he used to paint before after his death when I first found out that the gorgeous painting in the writing room in their home was something he painted as a teenager.
let's give it up for emotionally constipated women. let's give it up for women who can't think about being vulnerable without throwing up in their mouth a little. let's give it up for women who don't have the words to say what they feel even if they wanted to
the odyssey (2026)
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults.
*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?”
OH SHIT SHE’S THREE
the two year old bean is now 11, that’s how long this post has been going around, and I STILL bust out laughing like a maniac whenever I read ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’
Yeah, I’m not ready for foz’s kid to be a teen….
Humans are weird: fibers.
We all fucking LOVE fibers. We wear them. Eat them. We use hypothetical fibers to explain the unexplainable. We make ART with them - not just the obvious crocheting or needle felting or sewing. Guitars, brushes, all these things. STRING THEORY. And all the media tropes, like the red string of fate. Humanity is obsessed with fiber.
We use them to make little cup phones to talk with your friend in the treehouse and also the entire* worlds communication infrastructure relies on the fact that we can blink a light really fast on one end and see it on the other.
*there are obviously exceptions, but the point is if we suddenly had to abandon fiberoptic cable we'd be so fucking shit outta luck immediately
Humans are weird: fibers.
We all fucking LOVE fibers. We wear them. Eat them. We use hypothetical fibers to explain the unexplainable. We make ART with them - not just the obvious crocheting or needle felting or sewing. Guitars, brushes, all these things. STRING THEORY. And all the media tropes, like the red string of fate. Humanity is obsessed with fiber.
We use them to make little cup phones to talk with your friend in the treehouse and also the entire* worlds communication infrastructure relies on the fact that we can blink a light really fast on one end and see it on the other.
*there are obviously exceptions, but the point is if we suddenly had to abandon fiberoptic cable we'd be so fucking shit outta luck immediately
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just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom
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How convenient it is to attach small, useful objects to your clothes at waist level
Curious Tiger Chews on Cardboard Tube in His Outdoor Enclosure
Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.
tundras are soooo pretty aand beautiful to look at smears of best ever colors on flat and muted greens and yellows.... hard agree with los campesinos like yes take a body to tundra for real......
nature but it looks like a sad hug its so real
By Vanessa Stockard