Graphic and Painful...
Anyone looking for pleasantry should move along on this one. I'm only sticking it here so I have it where I want it, as a vivid reminder of Rock Bottom- in stark, stark contrast to the great new upswing I get to start in a week. Shouldn't we all remain as aware as possible of our low points in order to appreciate what we have now? So, apologies. Cheerfulness and frivolity will return after these messages! From my secret anonoblog I was keeping at the time to document the horrors of my time working in animal welfare and to try to deal with the extreme, daily sorrow: December 18, 2008. "I wish there was a way I could saw open my own skull, just like that of the poor little Pom we necropsied yesterday who'd been blunt-traumatized to death by some girl's douchebag boyfriend. It's a great read, that police report. Some Facebook espionage has indicated that he and the dog's owner are still hot'n'heavy and he's placating her with some new, likely ultim...