Oh how I miss that 💔 Mine passed away two years ago, and I used to love it whenever we slept next to each other. Sometimes, mine even liked to rest on my pillow like a human. I keep having this recurrent dream about her mysteriously coming back to life (which is funny because her remains are ash) and it breaks my heart every time when I wake up. I know that you already do, but please cherish these moments with everything that you’ve got! Observe as many details as you can like the facial features, the size, the ears, the softness of the fur… One of my many fears is that I’ll forget what my dog looked like and felt like.
Sorry if this is melancholy, but I just had one of those dreams last night and your comment moved me.


And this is why you can’t boot-lick people like Trump to be on their good side. Negotiations mean nothing to him; if somebody feeds him the idea that he needs to betray you, he will. You can’t make a deal with the devil, especially one that has dimentia.