#cw animal death mention

[lastoneout]

I usually pick the dog in Stardew and I've always named it after my dog Bandit, but last year Bandit sadly passed away and I've obviously been missing him, so ngl when I saw this new design pop up I almost cried bcs it looks almost exactly like my Bandit did, and I know it's just in a video game but it really does feel like having him around again <3

[nansmenagerie]

It's been a month, but I still strongly remember something that had occurred on the night I put my dog down. I know that it doesn't have a very... I guess smooth flow to it, but in my defense, it's kind of hard to maintain quality when working on something makes me as emotional as this did. I still miss Heidi very dearly, and I can only hope this captures at least a fraction of how I felt about that night.

[abra-ka-dammit]

Making a new one so the initial text better reflects the current situation.

My youngest cat, Bojji, swallowed a few feet long ribbon on Nov 22. After ER extraction, he went septic due to a tear in his throat. Between the ICU, and a shorter period of tube-fed home care, he seemed to get better; then his tubes were removed, and he got worse. After so much desperate time in and trips back and forth to the ER, getting him every single possible potential solution regardless of the cost or inconvenience to myself, on December 22, I still had to put him down. You can find more detailed information in my pinned, my ko-fi, or by searching my blog for the name Bojji.

All in all, even with around 2/3 of all of this paid for with compassion funds from the vets themselves, I spent $9.5k trying to save my boy. Generous donors helped give me hope through this ordeal, allowing me to agree to further treatments with less dread. Now there is no more treatments. Only the remaining debt.

It's not as inspirational as the last post, because there's no more cat to try to save. But if you have some sympathy to spare, please donate and/or share to help a heartbroken catmom (with 2 other, much older babies to care for still,) get out from under the crushing weight of capitalism's awful effect on medical emergencies.

Thank you in advance.

And please, if you have a cat: put all string, ribbon, bows, tassels, ropes, or any other such items in sealed places it cannot get to, or just remove them from your home entirely. They're not worth it. They're just not worth it.

[electrosweaters-arts]

Thinkin about cc Jekyll's childhood cat who haunts the narrative (he will never love another pet again)

They did not allow that 6 year old to properly grieve the loss of his little old man cat who loved him. This action will have consequences

[veneror]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 by 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍

↪ lyric starter for @xluciifer ( currently : accepting )

THERE  IS  A  BOY  IN  HIS  MIND  that lived ages ago  ;  he is constructed of bruised legs and bare feet and calloused, bleeding palms, a cocophany of childish color.  in  another  life,  those young hands would not have been stained with blood that was not his own.  the  CULT  he once remembered acted as a fog around his childhood memories.  all that he remembered was stained in a thick layer of dark  /   that goddamn forest was so intent on ruining every moment he could possibly remember. 

(  you still hear the hymms in your sleep at night, after all of these years have passed and you have not sung praises to your lord in a millennia’s time. you remember the last time you heard the choir.  [  𝐆𝐎𝐃  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ]   when you skinned your knee at twelve you were patched up by father terrance, and you remembered his voice from the way he told you  HE WOULD  HEAL  YOUR  SIN.   you remember birthdays surrounded by desolate forest.  you are the founder’s son, and god will forever love you like his own, as long as you stay quiet.  )

BUT  YOU  REMEMBER  HIM   /   HE  DOES  NOT  APPEAR  STAINED  IN  YOUR  MEMORY  /  THE UNTAINTED ARCHANGEL !

the memory plays in vox’s mind like a rerun.  (  blonde haired loverboy with a sharp - toothed grin and six ethereal wings.  he is summoned at the slaughter of the sacrificial lamb given to you by your father, the lamb you were meant to drag into the outskirts of the commune and smear its blood across the trees.  [  but you hadn’t, had you?  ]   you were nineteen and you were  EXHAUSTED  and when you pulled open its body you  CRIED.  do you remember it?  you had blood on your hands and you sank your teeth into your lip to stifle the sounds only the forest might hear.  and when he appeared it was as if your life had ended and begun.  )

;     he says :  you must be the one who summoned me. what is it you’re asking ? a favor ? wanna sell your soul to the big guy himself ? ;     he says :  what, did you not expect it to work ? you’ve got the lamb and everything. ;     he says :  what’s your name, anyway? ;     you say :  james.    ( and your voice shakes as you say it, like you’re not certain if it’s the truth. )

of  course  vox  remembers  him.  it would be foolish not to. he’s there at the gala at the pride ring, and despite being  SURROUNDED  by high - class sinners of pride, bodies decorated in the finest silks, speaking of their accomplishments and their plans for the upcoming decade,  VOX  CAN  ONLY  GLANCE  OVER  AT  THE  KING  OF  HELL  HIMSELF.  he looks the same, just touched  by  time.  worn around the edges  ⸺  once  ETHEREAL  EYES  now stained with dark circles. how much had changed between them that neither of them had the time to speak of?  

(   but  he  is  still  the  man  you  thought  of  when  you  washed  the  lamb’s  blood  off  your  hands.  he is still the boy you thought of while silently and tearfully confessing to a sky that felt empty to you at the time. was lucifer not always known as the harbinger of sin and temptation?  what had you expected?  you keep picking at a wound you won’t let heal.  [  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒.  ]   )

vox’s claws sink into the wood of the bar beside him as the two’s eyes meet. they dig heavy into the material, four lines of nostalgia. a part of him almost hoped he wasn’t recognized. he’d rather leave his life in the dirt of a desolate woods.   [   𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.  ]    but he cannot stop himself from staring, from catching glances across a sea of sinners, eyeing lucifer in an almost suspicious manner. in a horrible, horrible world, lucifer would know exactly what had crossed vox’s young mind every single time he smeared blood over a summoning circle days after the first unknowing ritual.  YOU  WEREN’T  SUPPOSED  TO  LOOK  FORWARD  TO  SEEING  THE  ONE  WHO  DAMNED  ETERNITY  TO  SIN.

;          𝐍𝐎  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐌𝐄  /  𝐒𝐎  𝐈  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃  /  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈  𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

(  and the king is just as beautiful as he had been the first night vox had ever summoned him. and the feeling of acknowledging that feels like a dagger burrowing itself into the bottom of his stomach. to love was his original sin.  )

[fluffyfairyzz]

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[radioproto]

With ups in life unfortunately come downs, and I woke up this morning to find out my little tortoiseshell passed.

She was old, at least 14, and we knew she was getting old and sick, but her passing was very unexpected.

I’ll miss you Mama Cat </3 rest well for me

[wilbug]

thinking about how ducks hide before they die. cquackity.. clutching head in hands

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Lyf being a fae and Marius being a hunter just.... it seems like such a scrumptious parallel to dig into. Please note I'm NOT making the "fae hate you killing and eating animals >:(" argument bc no I don't think that. Considering how to fae seem to function, I don't think the actual act of hunting or eating meat is something that would piss them off (they themselves might even hunt and eat animal meats). The thing that would upset them is the way someone went about it. Is the hunter respectful of their surroundings, of the forest, the animals, the fae and folk creatures? (Doesn't trash or destroy the area, doesn't torment the animal or hunt for sport and leave its body, doesn't mess with fae claimed land or animals or plants, is respectful and grateful for the animal's death feeding new life, does leave offerings and practices the right respects, etc etc)

Anyway!! I think there's something to be explored here... Marius probably learns, respects, and loves nature. He knows his way around the woods pretty well- how to survive if need be, how to navigate it safely, etc. The woods are kinda homey for Marius. Then this little menace falls in love with someone who is part fae. The forest is not only Lyf's home, but in part, it is Lyf. There's an otherworldly, yet animalistic energy to Lyf. Animalistic, but not hunted. I do also think some fae would revel in hunting humans, to clarify.

Actually not sure where else I'm going with this but do you see the vision?

[parmysan]

Phyllis, my pet chicken, who I loved dearly.

Naked Neck Chickens are my favorite bird because of this sweet old girl.

Had her 10 years ago, but I still love her. She was a sweet girl. She laid blue eggs because she was an Americana mix.

[artemis-moon101]

hey guys. how to cope with cat die? send post

[icantthinkofagoodnameoranything]

I like to think (DT17) Glomgold or Fethry would watch Jaws somehow unknowing of the plot and be completely horrified at the sharks dying <3

[cherry-aqua-blossom]

Sorry for not posting much guys. Uhhh….not really a vent post but

I lost my dogs today. I can’t stop crying right now. I’ll respond to stuff and try to do more drawings once I have time.

[dove-da-birb]

Things I did today which feel like they really should have been on separate days;

Do my daily chores (normal)

Spark an anon's creativity to create a Pomefiore Barbie as Rapunzel AU (started with Rook being compared to Otto)

Spark an Ikepri Barbie AU/Costume party where Clavis is dressed as Preminger and Gilbert as Wenlock

Started and finished the second instalment in the TWST murder mystery event that I'm holding on @da-birb-writes-sometimes as well as create the form again.

Finish a granny square for my fish bastards inspired blanket

Put 6 hours into cleaning my room; included doing laundry, organizing said laundry & my entire closet. Also found a dead rat while cleaning, that was... pleasant

Bruh, I'm not even done cleaning either; I still have my desk area to go through... all because I listened to a podcast about the science of housekeeping... My back hurts

[e-m-p-error]

Valentino And Wastefulness

Valentino enjoys being wasteful in Hell to the point that it gets a little bit ridiculous. He will make people go out of their way to do something for him or make food/drinks for him and then only pick at it or throw it away untouched in front of them.

He will order eight Extreme Cheese Lovers Bloody Marys and then only eat the garnishes instead of getting snacks and drinks he likes. The garnishes include small-cut grilled cheese, eleven pieces of cheese, and four olives.

He likes unsustainable things like blood diamonds and furs of endangered species. He wants rare and exclusive things, and as such will have things hunted to extinction for his own fashion sense.

[max1461]

“but the existence of a beach or a forest requires the mass suffering of a billion insects and other animals eating one another, killing one another, suffering under the worst conditions imaginable”

are they suffering?

i dont think animals who die in their natural state suffer any more than a human who dies naturally of old age

well I think they're probably suffering a fair amount of the time. I mean, if I was constantly being hunted by predators, scared and tired, constantly fearing for my life and perhaps the life of my children. and eventually I was caught and ripped apart and eaten. I would not like that. I would consider that suffering. and I evolved under the same basic evolutionary pressures they did, so I imagine we're not totally incomparable.

and this is where things get a little more speculative, but... if I were in that situation, and I knew there existed a race of extremely powerful beings, at least some of whom knew of my suffering and cared... I would want them to help me! if I spoke their language, I would call out to them for help whenever they were around!

I think there's a sense in which a crab or a spider or so on, if they could speak english, would say to me "please, please protect me. I am so scared". at least, they would say that sometimes. because I would say that sometimes. and I have it easier than the average spider.

and so I want to help. I don't want these cries, even if implicit, to go unanswered. that's the place I'm coming from here, intuitively. and that's why, like, on a personal level I will go out of my way to save bugs if they're like, stuck in the water and drowning or something. and why I never kill bugs. idk. I don't feel like it's something I can ignore.

on the other hand, if I was a spider or a squirrel or whatever, I would not be crying out "my suffering is too great, please incinerate the biosphere!" or "please wirehead me, and put me in a simulation", or whatever. that doesn't seem... sensible. and these are the sorts of (speculative, sci-fi) solutions that many rationalists and utilitarians put forth to the problem of wild animal suffering. but they seem insufficient, because... well, just like humans care about more than just not suffering, they care about "the good things in life", probably a spider does too. I mean, for a spider, the good things are maybe like... a really good web-building spot. or, more troublesome (and very much to the point of my original post), a really tasty fly. and if the spider wants the good things, then I want the good things for the spider! but I also want the good things for the fly.

in particular, the core of my ethics is about wanting for others what they want for themselves. this is why I'm not a utilitarian and am generally anti-wireheading. and it is, I admit, very dangerous to speculate about what beings that can't communicate want for themselves. but we kind of have to, at least I feel like I have to, I can't just ignore them.

I don't know. that's the best I've got.