To the end of an era.
Gettin’ a new phone this weekend.
And if you’re bored, someone wrote some damn good story about Magnus in the Grey Cup game in the Ancestor FanFic forum that has a good suggestion for the number.
Sometimes, voting works.
I less than 3 living in Colorado.
Washington, get your shit togoether.
As the reigning Siglerverse Triple Crown Champion, I would be doing a disservice to those who have fallen in my wake by saying no to that.
I’m inunobtainable! I’m uncontrainable! I’m artificially flavored!
You! Cane’t! Hold! Me!!!
Umm…did the search results links in Google get bigger, or did that last drink last night actually shrink me down?
One side of me is relieved in the fact that he’s not suffering anymore. No more tumor, no more arthritis, no more feeling bad if he had an accident on the floor.
The other part is eviscerated because a day before he died he was dancing on his hind legs when I pulled the boiled chicken out of the fridge.
If there’s a plus in all of this, (and I feel like a cunt for even saying that,) it’s that I’ve been prepared for this since last May when they found the tumor in his bladder, so I’m not nearly as messed up as I would be if this was all-of-a-sudden. Still, it tears you to shreds when you see that pink stuff being injected into him.
It bothers me a great deal that I never knew the joy of pajama pants until today.
Sweet jebus, these things are awesome.
Dammit, Lundy, where you at, son?
We earned some shit talking in this thread.
Man, fuck inevitability.
Lost my little man Tuesday morning at about 3:30 AM. He had a seizure that scared the shit out of me and pretty much cemented the thought that when I rushed him to the ER that it would be a one way trip.
Waiting for my tax return to get his paw print tattooed on me, either on my shoulder or below my clavicle.
I can’t say I believe in a heaven, but I do know I’ve never hoped for one as hard as I did after I let him go.
Sooooo…I’m gonna go ahead and say I called this one.
Seahawks are World Champs. End of story.
So we’ve lost most of the midwest football teams.
Admit it, Scott, even with torching the G.D. Lions, it felt good to know that the Pack probably got annihilated as well.
But yeah, what a way to wrap up the trilogy. This was a climax that even Peter North would have stood in awe of.
Of course. I’m in the heart of Donkey country; you think I’m not getting hit with these things?
While I’m sure my courage was heavily influenced by the amount of libations I had on the day, I was never really concerned, (though I may have shat a full cob of corn when Kap put up that last pass as I thought Sherm had overrun it,).
Going to be a hell of a game in two weeks.