x.enigmatic.x
WKR
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I don’t write many posts like this, but it was an eerie feeling running my hands through our old dogs’ fur tonight, as she laid quiet and humble. She is still alive and pretty well for now. But the same sense of harvesting an amazing animal and celebrating that success, snuck over me as I ran my fingers through her fur and she remained pretty much motionless. It’s that series of fur that folds off the lead finger, onto the next, that seems to create a sense of stillness and finality, perhaps?
It’s just an odd feeling, having been through it in life in a hospital with close family and in hunting, being next to an animate object, as they begin to slow their course. It really sucks and the helplessness doesn’t help. Don’t know if anyone else has felt this way, but I hope some share or have shared this same sentiment.
Enjoy it while you got it, I guess.
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It’s just an odd feeling, having been through it in life in a hospital with close family and in hunting, being next to an animate object, as they begin to slow their course. It really sucks and the helplessness doesn’t help. Don’t know if anyone else has felt this way, but I hope some share or have shared this same sentiment.
Enjoy it while you got it, I guess.
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