May 14, 2024
Every time Rumba has a nightmare and does that horrible high-pitched terrified wail in his sleep, three things happen right in a row:
I wake up, my heart pounding so fucking hard
Even before we're awake, both me and my wife are saying, "Rumba, you're okay, you're safe, it's okay, you're a good boy," and trying to find him and pet him or snuggle him
I'm so fucking angry at whatever human made him terrified of hoses and cry in fear like that in his sleep
I don't know who they are, and I'm too Jewish to believe in Hell, but I hope whoever is responsible for making the softest, gentlest soul in the universe that afraid gets exactly what they deserve.