Don't disrespect Jubal like that. I feel your pain though. I'm done with Voat. I don't have plans of going back at this point though. I can't keep wondering if it will go or stay. I know this is his site too, but it just seems like this site is a little more put together at this point. Maybe he let Voat die because he was overworked I don't know.
Story time though. Once I had an Anatolian Shepherd named Kate. She was a great dog. I loved her. She was my first dog. I lived in the country as a kid on a farm. She was a working dog and really did well. When she got older she got aggressive. One night when she was on the porch and I was trying to get her to go in her kennel she bit me. My dog told me since it was my dog it was my choice to put her down or not. Well I loved her and was young and didn't. One day after a long day of working she was on the porch and my younger brother was trying to go past her to go down the steps and she attacked him. I don't know why. Maybe she was asleep, maybe she hated the kennel and thought she was getting out up, maybe she was just angry at the world. After that my dad asked what I wanted to do so I go my Mossberg shotgun and loaded her up in my dad's truck. We took her up into the woods. My dad made sure I shot her. It was my responsibility. I let my brother get hurt. I didn't solve the problem sooner. I let love cloud my judgement. It killed me to do it. I have had great dogs since then. I only own corgis now. They are really great working dogs and great with kids. Sorry to be a downer as well. Just wanted you to know my story as well brother.
That was the day you became a man.
Yeah really changed me with a lot of things. My kids don't have to go through that, but that still get taught really hard lessons in life. Maybe not that tough.
A few years ago my sweet Dixie got kicked by a horse and I had to put her down, it was the hardest thing Ive ever done and Ive been through some shit.
God damn that was a depressing read. At least you got to kill your own dog though. My family never afforded me that luxury.
Oh man I could tell you way worse stories than that that are even more depressing. I had a messed up childhood, but everyone does in their own way. I had to kill a lot of animals unfortunately. Farm life is like that. My favorite horse fell down a slope and broke up it's legs and my dad also made me shoot it. My dad made me shoot a lot of things. If it was your animal it was your responsibility in all ways.
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