I’m needing a proper survivor/strong as fuck name.
(The dog was a puppy, and didn’t leave any puncture wounds. Just some pneumo thorocia, a lot of internal bruising, and a possible broken or bruised rib. She is currently planted firmly next to my leg on the couch with a hospital tent waiting for her when I go to sleep.)
Her name is furiousa!
This little fuck was estimated at six weeks @ 1.1 lbs. The current “fat cat” I have was registered at .4 lbs when I first got her @3 weeks. Fuck, i’m just digging my hole deeper aren’t I?
But no! I made it a point to let this one go! I want her to be healthy, and loved by another family.
You’re a good dad.
I do not have or want children, I was just raised by an awesome mom who taught me empathy.
I never wanted human children, either.
But I ended up being a cat or dog dad, occasionally, through the years.
You rock
I try. I try, my friend.
Best wishes in your parenthood. Be kind.