#cw: sick dog

[slowandsteddie]

I was thinking about participating in WIP Weekend this weekend, but ultimately decided against it.

We’re putting my baby down tomorrow and I just don’t want to put that kind of pressure on myself.

Well,,, technically, he’s my aunts dog. And she’s having a hard time with it. It’s time to stop putting it off so hopefully she doesn’t change her mind again.

His name is Bandit. He was born 4 July 2016. He is a Siberian Husky, German Shepard, grey wolf mix. He is the bestest boy. All brown and black with the most amazing brown eyes that I have ever seen. His muzzle is just starting to go grey.

He loves cuddles, cats, cheese, and stealing dirty laundry. I cannot even begin to count the amounts of underwear and socks that he has stolen from the household. Sometimes he hides it. Sometimes he eats it. I swear in years to come, we will still be finding under garments in the most random of places.

Cancer has taken a lot out of him. His fat, his muscle. It’s curved his spine and made it all but impossible for him to walk more than twenty steps. He’s being carried up and down the stairs everyday.

But you look at him and he’s still there. His eyes still light up and his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can almost feel it vibrate. He still eats. He’s still gentle and loving. He still lets both cats lay on him and chew on his ears. He hasn’t gotten mean.

He’s best boy. Best friend.

We’ve had to let many dogs go.

This one hurts the most.

They say that we’re all made of stardust. I think his and mine have always been close together, ever since The Beginning. He is the dog I was meant to have, and I thought we’d have so much more time…

[anxietygardencomic]

Anxiety Garden #030

[galaxyinacup]

If you're taking requests, how about a Ranchers? 👉👈

Hi!! Funny you'd ask! I have been cooking this for like 3 days and got to finish it today!!!

Sorry if it's not what you had in mind, but I've been plagued by visions of Secret Life Ranchers for about a month now. My requests are always open btw!

Close ups under cut

[nebulae-d]

My Service Dog is suspected to be in early Heart Failure (AID REQUEST)

please reblog!

At a routine vet visit to check the progress of a course of antibiotics she was taking for a cold that's been taking all our city dogs by storm, my vet recognized that my 2 year old Labrador service dog, McCoy, had a jugular vein distention. Because this is not supposed to happen in healthy dogs, let alone in young healthy dogs, we chose to run a ProBNP blood test on her, which is used to measure heart health and check for potential damage or heart disease. The "normal" range is <900pmol/L, "suspected" damage is 900-1800pmol/L, and "abnormal" is >1800pmol/L. My dog came back with a result of 1300pmol/L.

We are currently being referred to the CVCA in Louisville, Kentucky, to have an echo performed on her heart to hopefully get a definitive answer on what is going on. However, this is all getting incredibly expensive, and I am a physically disabled student who was not expecting or prepared to suddenly be potentially losing my best friend and partner in everything that I do. I'm asking for any help with funding so we can keep on top of not only these sudden vet expenses, but any of the following expenses that may come due to her results as well as continuing to manage her day-to-day. We were doing just fine before this all happened, but the echocardiogram alone is expected to be a minimum of $400. I'm terrified and I don't know what to do. She's my everything. Any help that can be given, even if its just sharing, is appreciated.

my cashtag is $ikeohh

my ko-fi is tuptastic

i don't know what to do.

[crouteann]

i cant post the full meme for my dignity’s sake but i drew these freaks for a bad sex meme

[hauntingmiser]

⚠️ cw : weed

Happy late weed day

Here's a counselor smoking a blunt

He's very saddened that the blunt is kinda mid but he's trying to enjoy it's good high tho lol

[karaspal]

every time someone calls kara “a golden retriever”, an actual golden retriever dies.

[slowandsteddie]

Went into work today to try and finish some payroll…

Cleaning out the fridge and crying because I couldn’t have pizza and ice cream was not on the bingo card today.

Everything in the freezer was thawed and soaking wet. Everything in the fridge was warm.

Someone really did say “no dairy for you, you fucking idiot,” today.

Like, I get it. Lactose intolerant / allergy to milk on top of it. I shouldn’t want to eat that…

But my doggy is dying and I wanted comfort food for breakfast.

[gilearstimboards]

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PT: Femsmiledogic Xenogender Stimboard

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I hope you like this one. :) Let me know if you want anything changed.

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[nebulae-d]

My service dog has to go to the vet today. Not sure what to expect and I'm very anxious about it. Asking for good vibes and energy for her and that it's something wrong can fix easily for her sake. She's still wanting to work, especially because she just gets to sleep the entire time, but I'm so worried for her. Our vet is close friends with our best friend and has known our dog her entire life, and we trust her immensely (she was the only vet we would've trusted to fix the injury she had as a puppy), but it's never easy to go and do.

Ugh. When it rains it pours.

[adilab]

A bit of old dog sadness (cw cancer)

Last week, Adi had emergency surgery to remove a mass on her abdomen that suddenly started bleeding. The pathologist report came back as cancer - hemangiosarcoma. It does not have a good prognosis. The mass was fully removed and it did not obviously look to have spread - the prognosis of dermal hemangiosarcoma is fair if removed before spreading - which is potentially hopeful news.

Adi is her normal self, happy as ever. In 12 years (and 3 months) she’s had no major health issues. She’s still very physically active. She’s never had a bad day. I think we’ll know when her quality of life starts to change.

[boynarcing]

Leon and puppy Boy reader. Leon being so mean shoving your head into the carpet when you have an accident because he won't let you go outside because it's to cold and he doesn't want to go outside. Kicking you around making you lay in your cage for days ignoring you going out drinking only to come home to kick you around beating you raping you if he was to drunk stomping on your tail accidently breaking it one time feeling horrible about it. Being nice to you when he gets sober letting you lay in bed with him petting you rubbing the slope of your nose taking your hands squishing my paw pads. Starting to be more gentle when you're in heat pampering you being gentle roughing you up sometimes feeling bad after

-ฅU⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U⁠ฅ

only leon would stomp on his pup’s tail and accidentally break it… that’s so sick he’s such a cruel man even when he’s not trying to be 🙂‍↔️ he’s the type to put peanut butter on his dick for his puppy boy to lick off but he doesn’t even need it… you’re always eager to please duhhh he’s just paranoid

[houndsrending]

Thinking about taking in a cat. 🐈

[lyssa-ohno]

I miss you my precious Nissa

It’s only been a few hours but right about now you would have woken up and started begging to go to the bathroom. I miss my little bread loaf so much but I just know wherever you are you’re napping cozy in the sunlight getting all the belly rubs and eating a much bread as your heart desires.

[bloodtwin]

@accultant ⸻ continued from here :

I don’t deserve to be coddled, they bite their tongue against answering, curling into a smaller ball where they sit with their shoulder pressed against Puck’s, their knees to their chest. It isn’t fair that he has to comfort them when they were the one who lied. They made the choice to hide it all from him, manipulate him. All in a futile, foolish attempt to erase their past, and themselves along with it. It was always their fault.  “I failed you in so many ways, Puck,” they respond quietly, looking at their hands as they worry and pick at the same hole in their cloak that they mended just the night before. It’s hard to talk so openly and honestly for a number of reasons. One of them being that Puck and Iago, as close as they’ve always been, as important as they are to each other, stopped talking a long time ago. Even before the Bhaal temple, so much was left unspoken and so much was never truly addressed. They were stuck with a horrible, rotten life and only had one person in the world to turn to - and they often failed to do even that, mistaking codependency and obsession for support.  Now, they’re finally trying. Iago insists upon it, as difficult as it is. They have to be better.   “I was not a good sibling,” they continue, stating it like a fact. It is a fact, in Iago’s eyes. Puck won’t ever be able to remember all the ways they let him down. He won’t remember playing lanceboard or wearing matching bows as kids, either.  A hole rips beneath their shaking fingers and they start to wind a thread around their pinkie.  “I shouldn’t have lied. I know that’s no way to fix that, but…” they have to add before they go on, their thoughts choppy and disjointed as they chip at the truth. They’ll never be able to apologize enough for what they did to him, but it must be said anyway.  “But I was scared that you wouldn’t want me as I was,” their voice has devolved into a mumble, losing steam quickly as the lump in their throat grows. “I thought that I would be better left forgotten. Sometimes I still do. Maybe if you remembered what I was like -” they’re already shaking their head as they interrupt themselves. “No. You wouldn’t agree, you’ve always been patient with me. Kind. But the truth is, you deserve a better sibling than what I was for you.” That shouldn't have been your choice to make, Iago.

HE LISTENS. Absorbs their words. Gathers his thoughts. Then he sucks in a breath, begins:  ❝ You’re right. ❞ 

        He hopes his tone doesn’t come across as harsh. He doesn’t mean it that way, though he would not be surprised if a hint of bitterness wormed its way in. He will forgive Iago in time; there is no questioning that, of course he will, but he is still angry for now. Still heartbroken.

Voice as steady as he can muster, he continues, ❝ You shouldn’t have lied. I won't scold you for it again; you already know how I feel about your little long con. It hurt me in ways I will never be able to forget. ❞ Pause. Hm. Well 。。。

❝ Barring the admittedly higher than average chance that I get another lobotomy, of course, ❞ he clarifies before cringing at the fact that such a thing even needs clarifying, ❝ I will never forget that pain. Though, truthfully, I wouldn't want to forget it. Because it was you, & I love all of you, even the parts that hurt me. ❞

❝ But yes, what you did was not what a good sibling would have done, I agree. ❞

        Puck shifts to face them more directly. His hands reach forward to gently pry the thread from their pinkie. No need to suffocate the poor thing ‘til it turns purple simply because they want to punish themselves. Or maybe they just can't help fidgeting despite the potential harm. Puck understands both instincts & wishes neither on them. 

❝ Now, this is the part where I could go on & say that I’m not a good sibling, either. That would be true, too. I may not remember anything, but I know I wasn’t exactly a saint. I’m sure that extends to how I treated you; I doubt I was always patient. Definitely not always kind, that just sounds insane. I can't imagine the leader of a murder cult being benevolent. ❞ 

        He’s hunched over now, head tilting upwards to look at them like that of a curious dog. His fingers slip between theirs, thumb brushing the back of their hand. Eyebrows raise with an absentminded hum. ❝ In a way, we’re already a bit even with each other, no ？But that isn’t really the point of what I said. ❞

His hand retracts to cup his own chin, elbows resting on his knees. Puck looks out at the ocean, and there is a long pause as he watches the sun dip beneath the waves. One of his feet idly kicks at the large rock they sit on. 

        ❝ I didn’t claim you were too good to be forgotten. I said you didn’t deserve it. ❞ Eyes flick back to his twin. ( Gods, his twin 。His twin, his twin, he has a twin 。That’s why he always felt like something was missing. Like half of him had been stolen away. It was never his memories. It was Iago. All this time, it was them. Of course it was them. ) 

❝ No one deserves to be forgotten by their own brother, Iago. No matter what they’ve done. I don’t care that we treated each other like shit. Of course we did. I’d bear the weight of knowing all my sins tenfold if it meant I could remember you, too. It isn’t fair that you have to carry those memories alone. ❞ 

        Dark eyebrows furrow. He knows it isn’t that simple. That he would surely buckle under the pain of all he’d done. But at least he’d have someone to lean on, then. He’s glad to be able to lean on them now, so he does. His head finds a comfortable home in the crook of Iago’s neck.

❝ You told me we were sweet once. The other day. I responded with something rather bitter because I could not control my anger at the time. I believe you, though. That we were, I mean. But even if that weren’t true, I am still sorry that I cannot remember it. That I cannot remember you. ❞

        He swallows roughly, trying & failing ⸻ always failing ⸻ to hold back the tears that sting his eyes. Despite that, he lifts his head to look at Iago, his sibling, his twin, directly because they are the only one with whom he can. Delicately, he takes their face between his hands.

❝ Worst of all, I am sorry that I cannot apologize for all I've done to you. You did not deserve that, either. ❞ Firmly, he adds, ❝ Even if you hurt me, too. It is not fair that you have to carry both of our sins on your own. You must understand that you deserve so much more than that. Tell me that you do. ❞

[jockpoetry]

I’m once again standing on my soapbox about proper pancakes

my pancakes >>>>>>>