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I am hitting a point where I sometimes feel comfortable without my face on.

Out of nowhere tonight, I am thinking about Pepper. She is one of… four? living beings who died as I held them. She was a good dog. If Louie gets to the level of infirmity Pepper did, I will not be able to handle it. Physically. I won’t be able to do things like carry him up the stairs every night.

First post. Hello from your friendly neighborhood feral beach lesbian.