I love how Pikachu just flops to the floor half like Ash is slinging him like a sack of potatoes and half like Pikachu is just 151% done with this bullshit.
((Angus passed away today around five in the evening. His suffering is over. He’s in a better place, no matter where that is. I’ll miss him.))
((Things went…okay today. It’s obvious Angus - the dying dog - is struggling. He doesn’t act quirky like he used to. His running days, his playing days, are over. He doesn’t respond to usual signals, but he’s not deaf, just doesn’t have the energy to bother. Today he lay in the floor watching the family of rabbits that lives under my mother’s shed. He’s always liked the rabbits and seemed a bit calmer watching them. I didn’t detect much of a change in his behavior throughout the day, but it’s apparent that he won’t make it much longer. It’s hard. I grew up in the household with him, and took care of him until I moved out. He wants to be close, that’s as much as he wants to bother with people, just to get up close so he’s not alone. He’s scared, I think, but I also think he knows. There’s a lot of worry in my mind over what’s going on in that house right now. I live a good hour away and it’s very hard for me to get down there, especially since yesterday, the brakes on my truck suddenly stopped working.))
((I think things will get better when his suffering is over, but I know that we’ve still got the hill of that to get over before we can begin healing and, most importantly, helping my mom heal and get on with her life. My step-father’s used this animal to cage my mother indoors when she’s not at work, and as a result she has very little social life and a bleak outlook on life. She grew extremely close to Angus as a result, which is why this is going to hurt her very deeply when he dies. She attempted to take her own life back in May, and I am extremely afraid that she may attempt it once more. There are a lot of things to think about right now. Please be patient with me. A few things in my life are on shaky ground, and I just need the earthquake to stop so I can pick up the pieces and move on.))
((Sorry folks. I’m house sitting for my mother. Her dog is very ill: we’ll likely not have him past the weekend. She needs to work, but wants someone here to help him out and watch him. It also gives me a little time to spend with him before he dies. I did grow up with the dog and can honestly say he’s been a wonderful pet, especially for her. He has a very aggressive form of lung cancer and struggles very hard to breathe. He’s trying to sleep now, but he wakes up heaving and scared. It’s not a good time right now. In short, just be patient. Gary will be back hopefully tonight. If not, it is likely because the dog has passed on, and I ask that you give me time to cope before I return. Thank you.))