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Nothing could make me more curious about your taxidermy than this.

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I need this as a t-shirt as “zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children” sums me up.

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Finally I know what I want inscribed on my tombstone when I die.

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I remember the news article, this is the lion that was removed:

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THAT IS FUCKING TERRIFYING

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OH MY GOD THAT IS HORRIFIC

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hahaha

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I’M LAUGHING SO HARD OH MY GOD

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I can’t remember the last time I actually laughed this hard at something on tumblr. Oh my shit.

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ZOO-LOGICALLY IMPROBABLE DOESNT FUCKING COVER IT

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I’ve reblogged this before, but not with the lion attached. OH GOD THAT LION

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IT’S BACK WITH THE ACTUAL ANIMAL

AHHHHHH

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Oh god, I recognize that lion.

It’s mentioned in Still Life:Adventures in Taxidermy by Melissa Milgrom (which I recommend).

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This reminds me of that meme cat that’s like “how you feel when you’re wearing socks and step in water” that I spent 15 minutes trying to find a picture of on the internet but cannot.

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JESUS FUCKING CHRISTMAS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DEMONIC MUPPET

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just stopped by to tack on my favourite xx

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“Your illness doesn’t define you”

Getting so fucking sick of seeing this one on my social media feeds and in e-mails. My illnesses absolutely define me, because they’ve taken away everything that used to define me, and now everything that’s left was shaped by my illnesses. Stop making me feel less valid because of my limitations!

What did I do to deserve this dog?

I had a cat called Jazzy. He was my closest and most loyal friend. He was always there, didn’t matter the situation, didn’t matter why, he was there. He always knew if I was upset, or angry, and he knew how to make everything ok again. When I would get sick, he wouldn’t leave my side. After 17 years, losing him was the wasn’t like losing apart of myself, or a heart break. When he died, it felt like I had died right there with him. It has been over 2 years since his death and I still can’t help but think about him. And never did the thought cross my mind that I would ever have a bond with another animal or person again like I had with Jazzy.

Then I met Teddy. Teddy was in a shelter on death’s row. He was rescued and sent to the dog rehabilitation and training center I work at. Although a very kind dog, he was fearful. He never wanted to play with other dogs, he’d much rather hide in a corner. His ears always back, just a pitiful sight. I wasn’t looking to get another animal. But somehow, I ended up with him anyway. And he has just been the light of my life. I made him my service dog because he is amazing and attentive, just as Jazzy was. He is my loyal companion, and for the first time in 2 years, I have been able to function normally without being saddened by the loss of Jazzy.

And Teddy is a completely different dog since I first met him. He now runs and plays with other dogs, rather then hide. Rarely are his ears folded back and he greets people with eagerness.

What did I do to deserve him?