sobbing and crying at the woman who stole a meth addicted kitten from her dealer and then she and the kitten got clean together
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thats love baby!!
TUMBLR STORY TIME.
I volunteer for my local shelter and when the weather’s good, we do a free vaccine clinic every Friday. Free distemper, free rabies, cats and dogs. We hand out free food from the pet pantry, we give people leashes and collars, we do whatever we can to keep people’s animals at home and healthy. Every animal that can stay home and be fed and be vaccinated is an animal that we can keep out of the shelter.
We get all kinds of folks, sometimes we even get backyard breeders but we don’t do any judgment, because we want people to come and get their dogs vaccinated, because one parvo case costs $7000+ and the whole year of Parvo vaccines for hundreds of dogs costs less. It’s just harm reduction, everything we do is harm reduction.
So anyway, this one day this woman comes up to the vax clinic and she is high as fuckin’ hell, just obliterated fucked up, smoking a joint in line, and she has this TINY pibble puppy with her, maaaaybe four weeks old. This thing is so fuckin tiny and wormy and lethargic, and she’s like, “Hey I heard I can get her shots.” and we’re like, oh fuck this puppy is gonna die. Like straight up, we were all like, fuck that dog is gonna die. So we gave her wormer, we gave the first distemper shot, and I put together a whole care package: wormer to take home, puppy milk replacer, puppy wet food, a leash, a harness, some blankets, toys, we gave her instructions on how to get the puppy eating food, and we told her to come back in 3 weeks for the follow up vaccine. And we were all like, well fuck, that puppy’s gonna die, goddamnit, that’s so fucked up. But you know, we did our best, and we hoped we’d see her again.
And in three weeks, you guys, she showed up. And she was still high, but like, half-high this time. Smoking a cigartte in line but like, could focus, could ask and answer questions. And she’d taught that tiny puppy how to SIT and had her walking on a leash. We found out that it took her three buses to get to the clinic, and she told us all about how she got the puppy eating right, got her stool solid, she was taking her on walks… The puppy looked so good, you guys. I almost cried, it was so big. Really happy puppy. At the end of the visit, we were like, ok, see you in three more weeks for the next distemper.
So three weeks later, she shows up, and she’s sober, and she told us, “You know, I was really fucked up the day I bought that puppy, I wasn’t sure I was going to live, and I bought that puppy and she was too young, and I didn’t know what I was doing but y'all were so nice to me, and you helped me so much, and I knew that I had to give this puppy the best life I could, so I moved back in with my grandma, and I’m getting clean, and I’m on methadone, and I’m going to rehab next week, and when I get back, I’ll come back and visit you guys again.”
So I just wanna say. Sometimes it’s hard to find a reason to get clean for yourself. Sometimes you gotta do it for a little critter that depends on you.
trying to explain to tumblr that the Middle Class in not their enemy
saw someone say that someone complaining about only having 7k in savings makes them contemplate “doing something bad”
you know that 7k covers like. one hospital visit WITH insurance, right?
“people who make six figures shouldn’t be allowed to complain —“ most people who make six figures are, these days, solidly middle class. where i live, a combined household income of $110k is *lower middle class*.
“people who can afford homes —“ are typically 400-600k in debt for them. also if “can own your own home” is your threshold for the rich you are contemplating eating, i think you are genuinely stupid
“boohoo your investments dropped, stop complaining rich boy” idk how to tell you this but. most of us have a retirement account. you should probably open one
Sustaining a garden required me to get very comfortable with killing plants. I did not expect that going in - if any one warned me, I missed it.
And it’s not just the weeds that are constantly intruding and need to be fought back. Sometimes it’s the plant that the previous person placed precisely in that portion of the plot that gets the good sunlight and it’s just the wrong plant to be taking that space. Sometimes it’s the plant that was the right plant but was let grow so wild that it’s suckers are going to destroy the rest of the garden unless it is removed. Often it’s the many seedlings that were started because, hey, some of them will fail, but now you’ve gotten good enough that twice as many survived as last year and you don’t have room for twice as many.
Plants grow. It’s great and rewarding to watch them live out their cycle over the course of a season or years. I work hard to keep them alive and thriving when they’re young and not yet established. But there’s still so much killing.
listen man, u wanna know a great truth of the universe?
every plant person stands upon a mountain of plant corpses
i have killed endless plants, and once i’ve mastered one type i inevitably will kill a new type because so many plants have so many different requirements
y'all have no idea how true this is
I am a plant mass murderer
You have to try, and fail, and fail, and fail again. You have to try lots and lots of variations of different things until something works.
It’s not even just the learning process, though. I’m trapped in an endless loop of: plant seeds or gather transplants-> plants grow-> too many plants-> some of them die of neglect-> need more plants -> and so on.
I usually lose about half my stock to overwintering cause I can never get arrangements for all my potted plants before the hard freezes hit…
I’m getting it under control though. I have lots of plant recipients now that are more skilled and don’t kill my adoptees as much.
Right now my trouble is with the seeds. I launched a huge personal seed starting project this winter and I got HUGE success with some species (jack-in-the-pulpit had near 100% germination!) and huge failure with others (Not a single Scutellaria…)
If you plant 100 seeds you gathered from the wild, it’s a reasonable estimate to expect maybe, like, 10-20 plants. BUT you might get 100 plants. Or 1 plant. Or none.
You don’t want to be like “Dammit! I wish I had planted more seeds!” But you might end up like “FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY DID I PLANT SO MANY SEEDS”
Fun fact:
This can be applied to pretty much every endeavor.
“How did you get to be such a good artist?” I drew a hundred pictures and hid or burned 99 of them.
“You’re such a talented knitter!” No, I’ve just unraveled these same socks twenty times.
“I could never bake like that.” I had to throw out so many biscuits, they were literally hazardous to eat.
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