Dear Internets,
It's no secret that I've got more issues than Time, but anyway, I think I'm finally ready to open up and share just what has made it so hard to move on from my 1st true love.
She came from the shittiest home environment imaginable. Take all of your stereotypes about white trash gulfcoast Texas, and then pat yourself on the back.
I'm not quite sure how I first met her. It might have been at my birthday my Freshman year, or maybe it was that Christmas. I don't know which for sure, but she was the best gift ever.
Oh man, did I love her. We started off best friends. It was crazy. Yeah, it was weird how it worked. I mean, take your sappiest Disney movie. And multiply it 100x but without the commercial tie-ins.
Rikki was fucking wild though. That's no lie. She was the toughest bitch ever to have walked through my door. Catty bitchs would front, but no, ma'am Rikki would have none of that. She took down dumbasses 5 times her size. What's even weirder is that my brother and I shared her equally. Don't judge. She loved us both. Before I never would have believed it could happen, but yeah, I was in one of
those relationships.
You should have seen how she dressed in winter. Haha, like she was going to break into houses. She totally would have been up for that. Rikki was up for anything any time.
And back to the brother thing. Don't fucking judge. You don't know me. Tell me it's not a beautiful thing to see the girl you love more than any other make your best friend and rival so full of joy. I fucking dare you.
I do think she loved me more though. I left for college. And she stayed back home in Highlands. I visited as often as I could, but still, it was hard.
And well, I learned what they meant when they said that the brightest candles burn the fastest. God, was she bright. You had to squint when you looked at her if you were attached at all to your sight.
But of course, every great love ends. They always do. I didn't make that rule, but it is there nonetheless. It was when we were together on Easter break that I realized our time was going to be cut short far sooner than I could have feared possible.
Rikki, I came home as soon as I could when I heard about the cancer. It was the hardest day of my life. I couldn't believe that evil could have grown inside of you so fast. I was just there for spring break. You were as awesome as you ever were. I can't even understand why you went after Ginger, but hey, it was fucking hilarious.
God, why did you give her cancer? If only there was a way to bring her back. But there isn't, and I'm ready to love again.
It will not diminish what Rikki and I shared. She will always be my first. I still dream about her sometimes. At first they were so realistic. And I was just so happy she was back. As I've gotten older, I realize it's just a dream, and I don't care for one night, I'm in love again.
Rikki, I'm sorry, but I'm ready to love again. I only hope he/she is half as awesome as you were.
I love you,
Dynagrip
p.s. You were really the best ferret I'll ever have.
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I was this close to calling you an emo faggot.
A++++ would read again though
I actually felt worse when I caught on that it [spoiler:e48877d081]wasn't a chick.[/spoiler:e48877d081]
I still dream about my dog sometimes. Most of those dreams, though, it feels like he's still around but sick, and he's going to die again.
That was amazing. I'm still laughing....
Rikki was a stone cold bad ass. I don't think I ever saw her meet a cat that she didn't fuck up. Cats are so predictable. They see a ferret. They think, "time to torture my prey." But ferrets are ever playful, and oh boy, do they love to play along.
Don't they, kitty kat???
Don't ferrets smell pretty bad?
I'm just asking. Because my understanding was that they stunk far more than guinea pigs or rabbits or hampsters.
I take it you've done the whole having a childhood dog then never ever again thing too?
I thought this shit was for real, until that last fucking line.
Way to toy with my emotions, you bastard.
Kickass.
This reminds me of my cat, Frisky (I named him when I was 3), who died this October.
Personally, I hate cats, but Frisky acted like a dog, he was just so chilled out and mellow.
I still can't get over not having a lump of fur purring in my bed every time I go to sleep. He was even more special because my Grandma, who passed last year, was the one who gave him to me. I have pictures of me playing that old Mario Game on my Gameboy on Christmas morning, with him laying down next to me sleeping
When he got sick, I felt like shit because I was busy with work and school, and I knew he wasn't getting the love he should have been at that time in his life, even though in retrospect I was with him any moment I could get.
When it came time for him to be put down, it felt really strange. My dad was out of the country, and my mom had a meeting she had to go to, so I was solely responsible for the whole thing.
I paid for someone to make a house call to put him down, since I didn't want his last moments to be in a Vet's office that he didn't feel safe in.
When it was time, the Vet gave him the shot in his belly, and walked out to give me some alone time.
I just remember holding him, with him looking in my eyes, and trying not to freak out because I couldn't imagine losing him. When the shot finally took effect, he basically just fell asleep, very peacefully, and I put him on my bed where he loved to sleep, and walked outside and starting punching the door to my garage until I couldn't feel my hands. I really think I was in shock, and it wasn't a good idea to have done what I did without anyone for comfort, it was beyond me.
Thats enough rambling from me, I'm starting to tear up like a little bitch, but you aren't the only one who has experienced pain at the loss of a pet, I still don't think i'm ready to move on just yet.
I mean, you tricked me violently, not like my dick is hard.
although it was hard when you mentioned the brother sharing. I of course figured you meant brother the way black people use it, and you sort of hit on one of my fantasies, me being passed around between a few "brothers", shared equally of course and making them all happy.
but anyway well writen. I really thought you lost it for a minute, but great thread.
My ferret Kimberly used to climb up on my chest when I was laying on the couch watching TV and would fall asleep on me.
Heidi (cat)- died at 22 from brain tumor/dementia
Trayf (cat)- died at 20 from brain tumor
Missy (cat)- died at 21 from general tumors
Otis (dog, basset hound) - died at 20 from intestinal tumors
Dyna, you are less awesome then initially expected in the middle of that post.
I hope you have a good fighting style. You're gonna need it.
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such a cute animal. is it easy to take care of it?
Now, that's fucking sick when I'm the dude pointing that out.