Oh my gosh, this just happened to me, the difference is that I can count on my hands the times I went to the dentist in my youth. It just wasn’t something we did in our family, so I have no culture.

Oh no, aaaaaaaall the hugs to you! I put my sweet dog to sleep 5 years ago, and think about him every day (more often with smiles now, than tears) but reading about your loss made me tear up immediately. It’s so, so hard. But your Lulu looks so happy and loved and well taken care of - and no doubt she loved and took…

Yup, I know exactly what you mean. I have 17, 16, and 11 year old kitties, and I know it’s coming. Any time I even think about it, I well up a little bit. But I have so many great memories with them that I know I’ll be able to reminisce on them and keep on goin’.

Damn, hang in there, slugger. You’re gonna be ok in the long run, but I know it’s gonna hurt for a while, and that’s normal and real.

Thank you. She was the sweetest, most gentle soul I have ever known. Kids who were scared of dogs loved her. All she ever wanted was cuddles and car rides. And kisses. She loved kisses.

Oh, I’m so sorry that you had to do this. :( You gave her a good life, filled with love, and that’s what counts. She was obviously very happy, and you’re a good, good dog parent for giving her that kind of life. Here is a picture of one of my six cats - big fat Grady who likes being rocked like a baby.

Poor pup! I gratefully take her snugs. I hope she feels better soon- the cone of shame is just so traumatizing! Love to your sweet girl.

Klonvocation ?

I had to put my sweet Boston Terrier LuLu to sleep on Wednesday. My heart is broken, and I am lost. Can I please have lots and lots of sweet animal pics tonight to help me cope?

“Mass-turbation”

The Legion of Dumbfucks.

Covfefe on the cookie!!

A murder of Trumpublicans.

Skin Flute recitals

The “How Far Can We Shove Our Noses Up Your Useless Orange Ass Show.”

Yes, if only there was some word or phrase for a bunch of guys in a circle, around some jerk, all taking turns stroking his ego.

Goddamn, that combover is looking pretty shabby these days.

Turd Polishing Summit*

I call ‘em Flumps. They’re meant to (Fl)uff Tr(ump).

Sycophancy Meeting You Here