Iv always been a dog Lover (fuck cats) but something about one of the times I did acid just made me super aware of what a dogs life is like. It made me care more. Like before that i might have had a dog and left it at home all day and not even thought about it. Then I came to the realization of how mean that was. Not that you’re doing it in a mean spirited way. It’s just that you have some shit to do and you can’t be at home most of the day. The dog doesn’t understand where you went or why you went or how long you’ll be gone. If I had a dog and I lived alone I would have two dogs so at least they’ll have a buddy. Dogs are pack animals you know. Imagine being in a place where nobody spoke your language and you couldn’t really communicate completely with them. Imagine how lonely that would be. Shit would hurt.
a dog lover and a cat fucker
At the time this acid trip had sent me spiraling into the most severe depression and anxiety. Bad. Real bad. Anyways I was alone at the time. My dog would be at home. I’d be at work. I come home from work and I’m tired so I want to go to sleep. So it’s like she’s totally alone you know. I would do everything in the few hours I could to play with her and wear her out. Every day when I got home though I would find her under the bed and it made me want to cry
Cats disgust me. Horrible creatures
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