I took a ketamine troche and went downstairs to fix my dogs their dinner. In the middle of mixing their supplements into their kibble, the ketamine hit. I managed to put the bowls down and crawled into one of their crates.
This is the view from where I was lying in the crate.
Then I went into full K-hole that one of my dogs got so worried she squeezed herself in next to me.
We don’t fucking deserve dogs.
I’m writing this on the plane on my way back home from a business trip.
My sister’s cat passed away suddenly last night due to feline heart failure. I was walking back to my room when my sister texted me. I broke down. I raised that cat from when he was a kitten. I was the one who picked him out with his sister over 11 years ago. It hurt. It always does when a pet passes away – unexpectedly or otherwise. You never get used to it. You never get desensitized to it.
