My neighbour is a firefighter.
I am *officially* firefighter adjacent.
I am *officially* firefighter adjacent.
Hoses, helmets ...
It’s the 1st number off hers, Bubba’s and Lieutenant Dan’s dog tags.What are the (upside down) numbers on the tag meant to signify? I think I missed that
Is it from her time in 'Nam? Is it a bible verse? If it's the verse I googled, she's having a laugh!
I have a fireplace in which we have a fire during the winter.
Ergo, I've probably seen more fires than Jack Monroe.
Where are my traaaazers, Chief?
On reading that sentence I could smell and taste old hospital ward food on a hot dayWhispering sweet nothings about what slop she'd like to lick off you
OMG!!! I can have The Onion Police as my ring tone, and Nightmeat on my work phone. Best Friday ever!In restaurant parlance, Friday is Global Release Day. You know what that means - it's time to unleash the first Pet Slop Bots album. You can download it directly from here: http://www.slopbot.com/petslopbots.html as a zip file. It should work on any device but if it doesn't, please let me know and I can find an alternative way to upload it. Tuck into your electroslop, dear hearts. It's a nourishing bed soup for your ears.
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Just slung it on, what an absolute banger! CongratsIn restaurant parlance, Friday is Global Release Day. You know what that means - it's time to unleash the first Pet Slop Bots album. You can download it directly from here: http://www.slopbot.com/petslopbots.html as a zip file. It should work on any device but if it doesn't, please let me know and I can find an alternative way to upload it. Tuck into your electroslop, dear hearts. It's a nourishing bed soup for your ears.
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I'm so sorry to read this, like many people here, I also know what it's like to lose beloved animals. They aren't just pets, they're family, and are forever missed. Sending you all the love & hugs xDear cabal.
I have had to take a step away from Jack recently and, given that this place has been solace during my darkest times, here I return.
Earlier this week, we had our beloved boxer dog put to sleep. She was only 7.
A week and a half ago, she seemed low. Not her usual bouncy, helicopter tailed self. It lasted a few days so we took her to the vet. They couldn’t find any sign of anything wrong - my dog, of course, was all boops and smiles - but decided to take a suite of blood tests later to rule stuff out.
Two days later, we were woken by a clattering sound next door. My dog staggered into our hallway, confused and weak, and dribbling a bit of wee. We ushered her into our bedroom, cradled her while she recovered, and carried her to her favourite spot on the sofa.
Another vet trip, and more bemusement at what was wrong. All the bloods were normal, and we were just waiting for the heart. To rule that out, she was referred to a cardiologist but, in the meantime, we kept her comfy and full of her favourite roast chicken.
These collapses started happening daily. They wiped her out, but when she rallied it was like nothing was wrong. Wowfing with joy when her dad and I snuck a hug; sitting at my feet as I made yet more chicken; running to me with her crocodile ‘teefs’ toy. Friends came over and we presented them with a bag of gifts for their new baby; pup gently reached into the bag and lifted out the stuffed giraffe in her chops. It was for her, right?
Tuesday, cardiologists. She was going to be kept in for a few hours for some scans, an ECG, the works. I kissed her on the head and we headed back home.
Half an hour down the road, we were called back. They’d found something on the scan.
There was a huge mass on her spleen, and there was fluid around her organs. When the fluid was withdrawn for sampling, it was blood. The suspected tumour had ruptured, and was bleeding. Cancer was most likely spreading throughout her body as we spoke.
The vet soberly said we could refer her on for other scans, but she was too weak to travel far. She had that look in her eyes of ‘you know what I’m saying, don’t you’.
We gently got her home. Blanket on the sofa, chicken in the oven. She was snoozing, stirring when we chatted, and very interested when she could smell what was cooking. And we held her paw, and kissed her head, and got a good lungful of popcorn paw.
And at 4.30, we took her to the vet. We explored the fields around there, talked to her, and took her in. She died in my lap, wrapped in her blanket, with her dad and I telling her how good she was and how much we loved her.
Cabal, my heart is broken. I mean, my chest literally hurts. Our house is far too quiet and I don’t know how we’re supposed to live without her (I know we will). We are moving to our first purchased home together in a few weeks and I am devastated that she isn’t with us (I mean, she will be. In a little pot, and in a ring I’ve ordered for myself, and in our hearts). I haven’t cried like this since my Dad died when I was 14.
And I see the tokenistic pictures of Laurie, and I think about Jack ignoring three vets, and I think about the other animals, and I’m furious. Incandescent. Outraged at how unfair it is. Part of pet ownership is putting your pain before theirs; being devoted until the end. They love you unconditionally, and it is the very least you owe them.
I cried when I made tea tonight because she wasn’t by my side waiting for drops. But my pain came before hers; my suffering must prevent any of hers. And that’s just what you do. They are not there for clout, or content. They are family, and you will lay your very heart down for them.
A cuboid slab that is vaguely greek. BahahahahaIn restaurant parlance, Friday is Global Release Day. You know what that means - it's time to unleash the first Pet Slop Bots album. You can download it directly from here: http://www.slopbot.com/petslopbots.html as a zip file. It should work on any device but if it doesn't, please let me know and I can find an alternative way to upload it. Tuck into your electroslop, dear hearts. It's a nourishing bed soup for your ears.
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In restaurant parlance, Friday is Global Release Day. You know what that means - it's time to unleash the first Pet Slop Bots album. You can download it directly from here: http://www.slopbot.com/petslopbots.html as a zip file. It should work on any device but if it doesn't, please let me know and I can find an alternative way to upload it. Tuck into your electroslop, dear hearts. It's a nourishing bed soup for your ears.
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THAT is comedy fucking gold. I’m
She’ll claim it’s meant to be a balloon (with a hole in it) on a string or some shit I’m sure
Yo! Slop for brains! Your tattoo is on upside down!
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I thought it was the key to Aparthotel 17 (A17) where she stayed when in ‘rehab’! Anyway, moving on, it’s a crap tattoo like the rest. Any good tattooist is booked up 6 months in advance, says a lot that she didn’t have to wait very long for the appointment.Is that the key to her forever home?
Was it big Dave?I shagged a fireman once. I absorbed his knowledge via, um, osmosis.
Thank you so much, can't wait to listen to this tomorrow!In restaurant parlance, Friday is Global Release Day. You know what that means - it's time to unleash the first Pet Slop Bots album. You can download it directly from here: http://www.slopbot.com/petslopbots.html as a zip file. It should work on any device but if it doesn't, please let me know and I can find an alternative way to upload it. Tuck into your electroslop, dear hearts. It's a nourishing bed soup for your ears.
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Jack mentioned it is a reference to a page in the AA’s own “bible”, “The Big Book.”What are the (upside down) numbers on the tag meant to signify? I think I missed that
Is it from her time in 'Nam? Is it a bible verse? If it's the verse I googled, she's having a laugh!
Harriet and Millie (Milliband) one was orange and not unlike the 50% Maine coon cat family Cooper et al came fromUnfortunately there were two other cats before pretzel and mini
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