when my dad died, the most fucked up amongst the family was the dog. She loved hanging out with him when he got back from his late shift, and they’d snore together. When he died, suddenly, Chelsea would sit by the door waiting for him, and there isn’t a langage to convey that he wasn’t coming back again, so she would just wait by the front door. And everytime it opened you could see the disappointment. Can’t explain. It just was, and frankly it made the disastrous week even worse. When I moved out of my parents place, it apparently was the same thing with me, but she would be so happy wheni came back home. And now I don’t know if ill be able to see her before she gets puts down, and it really is fucking me up two klonopin style. Things have been bad this late summer but honestly, this is the worst. Goddamn dogs man.
So I came out to my dad as a witch and he actually hates me now. He said he was disappointed in me, and said he would "rather that you go down your mother's path instead of this one" (my mom's an atheist) (my dad's a christian)