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sapphi_snake said:
SamuelRSmith said:

The ending to Simpsons episode Mother Simpson (where Homer meets his mother for the first time since childhood), always makes me sad, and well up.

The last time I actually genuinely cried at a real life incident was probably last October-ish when my dog got put down. Because I was at uni, I only ever found out stuff via the phone, which pretty much killed me. It was the Monday when I found out she was really ill, and the Friday she was put down... I basically locked myself in my room for the week.

The vets had said that they'd never seen an animals health deteriorate as quickly as hers did, so we let them do an autopsy to help improve understanding. Basically, it turns out that she had three tumours: one behind the eye (causing damage to her vision), and then one in her urethra (which ultimately meant that she lost control of her bladder - this had been going on a while, and she was on treatment for a kidney effection, which, obviously she never had) and one in her uterus.

I was very sad at the time, but I'm over it now... I think of her very fondly... and she still causes mischief from beyond the grave: my dad picked up an old chair the other day, and she used to have a thing about chewing its legs, and it gave him a splinter.

See, this is one of the reasons I don't own pets: I'm afraid their ghosts will haunt me from the grave. The other one is that I'm afraid they'll eat me.

(Oh, BTW, did you get a text message telling you that your dog was dying? How high tech... and cold)


Haha, no, you see, most modern day text-messaging devices also come with this weird additional functionality of voice calling. Scary shit, I know.