I took a couple of sips
You tryna buy a house nigga. I'm proud of you.
The prison guards will keep him safe.
My brother surprised me with a gift today. He paid an artist to hand paint a portrait of me and my dog.
Bro... 9/11 is a date September 11th. 9-1-1 is how you call the police.
It depends on what part of the country you live in. When I was in California it was yams, in the south it's sweet potatoes.
I had to Google what that was. I wouldn't drink that.
He'll probably be annoyed by it but you did that right thing by trying to reach out to him first.
*Sigh* well, you're still handsome. Hope that makes you feel better.
That's sweet of you to do. I wanted to volunteer but I don't have the time.
Bruh, how did this happen? Last time we talked you two had made up.
I wash hands and my job/ the law still requires that we wear masks.
I think the hardest part is trying to fill the void. You have a pet for so long and now the house just feels empty without him.
That's what my vet told me and that putting him down was the right thing to do. Thinking about the next dog helps. My mom went to animal shelter just to look at the dogs and then she tried to steal the neighbors cat. The grieving process is different for her.
My apartment complex is going charge us another $300 pet fee for another dog plus I don't agree with what my mom wants. She wants a small adult dog. I want a large breed puppy like a German Shephard puppy. I will definitely get another dog, but it probably won't happen until I can afford my own place and get the dog that I want.
Heart attack? I thought it was an overdose
I wish I had done more. Towards the end, he refused to take his medicine. I even tried to open his mouth and force it but kept his jaw closed shut. He was stubborn as hell. If I could have forced it down him, the medicine might have extended his life.
I woke up this morning and I'm crying again. The first person I saw every morning was him. He would sleep under my bed and when he heard me waking up, he would come out and see me.
I would try to reach out. You don't have to forgive him because what he said was disgusting, but he's about to experience the same devastating loss that you did. You don't ever have to be his friend again but I would reach out and give my condolences. I hope your old mate is man enough to apologize to you afterwards.
I had to put down my dog down today. He would have been 14 years old in November of this year. I held him until it was over. I didn't want him to die alone.
Why the hell did you Brits add an 'o' to diarrhea?