Re: Can we talk about our feelings?
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 8:42 pm
my prairie dog, the one pictured in my profile picture, died last month on june 18. I had him for 4 years and he should have lived much longer but I accidentally hurt him when he was 1 year old because he scratched me so flicked him and he bit me really hard and I dropped him and he landed on his nose and knocked out his top front teeth which caused him to get odontona, which is a condition that kills prairie dogs 2 to 3 years after they lose their top front teeth because they get a calcium deposit in their sinus cavity that prevents them from being able to breath. Every day I am consumed with guilt, I miss him so terribly much. After this incident I changed my ways and as soon as I started to treat him with love and respect, like a friend instead of a pet, he become the best friend I have ever had.
He loved me unconditionally. He would greet me every time I entered my room with the cutest high pitch sound that I swear to god sounded exactly like a pokemon. He would hug my hand with his tiny arms and paws as I rubbed his nose. he would curl up over my heart when I was having panic attacks to calm me down. He would stand up and wave his arms back and forth to get my attention to let him out, and then burrow into my arm pit and curl up into a little ball there to take naps.
I thought I didn't need anyone to help me get through my tough times for the longest time, but now I realize I was completely dependent upon him to get me through all of the terrible shit that has happened to me. I thought I had gotten over my panic attacks but now I realize he prevented them from happening.
I miss him so much.
He loved me unconditionally. He would greet me every time I entered my room with the cutest high pitch sound that I swear to god sounded exactly like a pokemon. He would hug my hand with his tiny arms and paws as I rubbed his nose. he would curl up over my heart when I was having panic attacks to calm me down. He would stand up and wave his arms back and forth to get my attention to let him out, and then burrow into my arm pit and curl up into a little ball there to take naps.
I thought I didn't need anyone to help me get through my tough times for the longest time, but now I realize I was completely dependent upon him to get me through all of the terrible shit that has happened to me. I thought I had gotten over my panic attacks but now I realize he prevented them from happening.
I miss him so much.
