I got out of the Navy in 2008.
I started dealing with my friends killing themselves off before I got my honorable.
I had more than enough after I was discharged.
After losing friends while active, and after they got out to suicide I swore I would keep living to honor them and live the lives they couldn't.
It is getting more difficult everyday. I'm feeling PHYSICAL PAIN from the fact that I can see data and patterns while the entire world is just giving into feelings and forgetting what happened 5 minutes ago.
I'm in the works of getting my VA disability increased because of this and extra therapy sessions, but all I get is platitudes and "just go along with it, you need your job" kind of shit.
I am SOOOOOOOO fed up with it. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING FED UP WITH IT.
If I were not a man of my word, I would not be here right now. I am a man of my word and I will be here until the bitter end.
I love it! I'm such a bleeding heart I could totally do that. One dog with a crooked jaw and missing eye. Another with three legs. One with brain damage that can't walk stright. Another super old and rickety. Another patchy and ratty. I would love on them all.
Exactly.
My dad was a K-9 Unit. We always had at least 1 dog on hand.
After I got out of the Navy, I watched by buddy's cat while he got locked up.
I fell in love with rescuing.
Got robbed one night while asleep, decided I needed a dog.... so I went to the shelter. and fell in love with my current dog. He was gonna get put down. He was only a year old!
He's been the best thing to happen to me. I think folks can learn a lot from animals. They live in the moment. The smell of something can get them excited and loving the moment they're living in.
I love my Buddy. He's the best thing that's happened to me since I got out of the Navy. He's been there through think and thin, and is currently living large on the couch with a 3ft bone and 2 rope toys.
$30 and he's happy? I want to give that to other dogs in their last years. Fuck people, I love the animals.
That's awesome. Spoil the heck out of him. I like looking at the stuff on Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary sometimes. It makes me happy that folks care about them in those end times. Pets are for life. Makes me sick when folks give them up.
It makes me wonder about his previous life.
I got him at about 1 year old in 2013.
He knew all the basic commands. The few times he ran off? He found kids to play with.
I feel bad for the dogs. My neighbor has 3. She's got RBF like crazy and they go nuts constantly. When I run into them? They're perfect gentle-dogs. She's a nurse it seems.... and dealing with being in her late 30's without kids.
Treat your dogs right. Not as an accessory.
My animals are young now, but I had a couple of old guys a few years ago who passed within months of each other. One was terrified of feet, and the other never got over not having enough food when he was young. They were so great. Miss those guys.