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Rohnert Park, CA 94928
2013.09.01 07:08 circa7 Rohnert Park, CA 94928
Rohnert Park, you know you want this.
2023.06.02 16:55 endersgame69 Adopted By Humans VII C11
It’s the little things of that sort that made life on Earth…life. I swear, if I weren’t keeping my journal of observations, I would completely forget that I was still enrolled in a doctoral program gaining what might potentially be one of the most important degrees in the galaxy.
I’d very much… what the humans say ‘gone native’. Which is the whole point of studying like this, to immerse yourself in a people and learn to appreciate their ways on their terms.
I just never expected when I began that it would be… something more, something so much more, to me or to so many others. But now here I was… and before I go into the days after Michael’s return, I hope you’ll forgive me for a little self indulgence… trust me, it will make the near future far clearer.
By this point, even though I’d only been on Earth for about ten percent of my intended time, by now my degree was going to be a given. I could have returned to University now, with just the work I’d done thus far, presented my findings, and gotten my degree to become ‘Doctor Bailey Walker’ and been done with it… if the rules allowed for that kind of thing.
Because I’d gotten into the various…shenanigans, that I did, because I’d been so heavily involved in so many important events in one way or another from the day of the battle of Waterland Park…as it was so ridiculously and melodramatically called to this day, (much to both my and Fauve’s annoyance), all the way up to the present, I was in a unique position.
I had ties to the highest levels of both governments through two ambassadors, and ties to the leaders of commerce and industry thanks to controlling one of the largest gambling and sporting enterprises on the planet…both of which by dint of my ties to xenomedia expansion in the Barnum Cooperative, meant I was building ties to other planetary governments.
In short… If I didn’t know the right person, I probably lived with one who did. William’s control over my space station project and the display of human engineering was drawing attention from potential allied worlds, while the Methuselah Initiative his wife was a leading researcher for was drawing global attention as the first gentle strides proceeded.
Incidentally… My big sister was on excellent terms with Rebecca Walker and had put her in touch with the D.S.A. the Dlamias Science Academy, where our finest genetic researchers worked… given that Bau was nominally a fugitive, I can only imagine she did this surreptitiously. But once the chain was forged, further cooperation was inevitable.
My people seem to be unable to help ourselves when it comes to humans, if we’re not man’s best friend five years from now, I’ll eat my hat. And if I do not have a hat, first I will buy one, then I will eat it.
All that is to say in long form that, out of all the students on Earth, and out of all the Dlamisa who were now visiting or residing on Earth, out of all the other aliens who were expressing interest in the rising power…I had stumbled my way into being the best known, best positioned, the absolute wealthiest, and the most intimately connected with all the right people.
So… with all that out of the way, let me continue.
Weeks came and weeks went, and I? I enjoyed them. William and Rebecca returned from their work, the Methuselah Initiative continued to progress and the space station continued to expand while the first vessels were built.
Fauve returned from her trip to Japan and we were up late enjoying coffee while the rest of the house slept.
I’d been apart from my human for longer than usual, but we slipped back into our routine without missing a beat.
It was rich, strong stuff that we drank, something she brought with her from her trip. The light was dim and the house was silent save for the little sizzle of coffee dripping down for our inevitable refills. We still had a relatively modest, ‘middle class’ home. Strange for me to say it that way, since I was saying ‘we’. But they were family, now, and it felt right even if legally I owned none of it.
Some have remarked that it was strange that Fauve still hadn’t moved out, when it was not uncommon for humans to leave their homes as they enter adulthood. But the reality is simple, departure is typically undertaken because of stress, a clash between the adult parent and the adult child and the former wanting to continue to rule the latter, while the latter wants to do things their own way.
But that contesting dynamic did not exist between the Walkers. William and Rebecca didn’t press their daughter to let them control anything, they would offer advice, and she did pay a little ‘rent’ to contribute to household expenses. A nominal sum that was more a symbol of independence than anything else. But she otherwise controlled everything about her own life. As they loved and cared for one another and considered their family to be a singular unit, a ‘team’ such as it were, they saw no need to separate themselves.
I like to think she also didn’t want to move since she’d miss me and I was more or less obligated to maintain a single residence for the next fifty years… but that’s just speculation on my part.
Regardless, here she was and so was I, and we could enjoy the comfort of one another’s presence. We simply sipped our first cups, and savored the moment. And for the first half of the cup, we were silent, just enjoying each moment in our amiable existence.
That was our custom, to just enjoy presence for a little while, it was a chance to gather our thoughts and consider what, if anything, there was to say.
Sometimes there wasn’t, we’d just sit in quiet company until our cups were empty, content that nothing need be said and mutual presence was enough.
It’s funny how much humans can say while saying nothing at all. In a very real way, they may be the most competent communicators in the galaxy.
But… tonight would not be a silent night.
When the coffee maker clicked off on the dim light of the kitchen, Fauve chose to speak. “So I got an offer for a diplomatic job.” She said it as if she were mentioning it might rain… this human of mine is the most unflappable person I’ve ever met…I swear.
My tail started to wag and I took a quick sip before saying, “Tell me about it.” She launched into a full story of touring Japan, first, which was to be expected, and I thoroughly enjoyed the recounting before she got to the part I asked about.
“You know how I’ve been handling all these media deals… and… remember how we spent that year on The Red Spark, during the Silent Civil War?” She asked.
I looked down my snout at her. “Tell me that’s rhetorical.”
She cracked a smile, “Well, one of the guys I used to eat lunch with was appointed to the Department of Interplanetary Relations. He was in New Kyoto for a conference on Interplanetary Tech… forget that, it’s boring,” she waved a dismissive hand and went on, “Anyway we were at the same hotel on the day I closed a deal for distributing your league broadcasts…” she paused and tilted her head, “Did you know that the Leonids have a reputation for stubbornness?” She asked.
I nodded. “Worse than ours.” I agreed, and it was no exaggeration. On Dlamias we said that you could convince a mountain to move before you could convince a Leonid to do so.
“They’re not so bad, I just had to keep reframing things until I found what worked, but we got a deal. So I told Marcus about it, and he said he needed someone like me on his team.” She should have smiled, but she didn’t.
“What?” I asked.
“Bailey, listen…”. Fauve’s voice became grave, “Marcus had a few more than he meant to and he let something slip… the Praeda species are a lot more afraid than anyone thinks. If what he told me is true, media relations will be the least of my concerns… a real war is a very clear possibility.”
“Shouldn’t you have led with that?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but still…
She sat up straight, “It wouldn’t be more or less likely, based on where I put it in conversation, and this way you heard good things first. if I waited, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy those properly.”
It was as absurd as it was practical.
“So then the job is…?” I prompted.
“There’s going to be an attempt at diplomacy first. The Rogue World is a long way off, and everybody is going to start gearing up for war, but in that span of time we have a shot at deescalation.” She looked at me for a very long moment.
“I’ll talk to my world’s ambassador. He won’t be happy that word slipped out, even to a reliable resource. Maybe we can create a joint envoy?” It was a tentative thought. More likely it would set the Rapax class species on edge if it looked like we were negotiating a separate peace…
I could see the wheels spinning in her mind when she said… “Maybe suggest we think bigger… anyone left out might feel like a target.”
She wasn’t wrong. “I’ll reach out to him in the morning. In the meantime… one more cup?” I asked.
She handed me hers as I stood, “Yes, please.”
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I’d very much… what the humans say ‘gone native’. Which is the whole point of studying like this, to immerse yourself in a people and learn to appreciate their ways on their terms.
I just never expected when I began that it would be… something more, something so much more, to me or to so many others. But now here I was… and before I go into the days after Michael’s return, I hope you’ll forgive me for a little self indulgence… trust me, it will make the near future far clearer.
By this point, even though I’d only been on Earth for about ten percent of my intended time, by now my degree was going to be a given. I could have returned to University now, with just the work I’d done thus far, presented my findings, and gotten my degree to become ‘Doctor Bailey Walker’ and been done with it… if the rules allowed for that kind of thing.
Because I’d gotten into the various…shenanigans, that I did, because I’d been so heavily involved in so many important events in one way or another from the day of the battle of Waterland Park…as it was so ridiculously and melodramatically called to this day, (much to both my and Fauve’s annoyance), all the way up to the present, I was in a unique position.
I had ties to the highest levels of both governments through two ambassadors, and ties to the leaders of commerce and industry thanks to controlling one of the largest gambling and sporting enterprises on the planet…both of which by dint of my ties to xenomedia expansion in the Barnum Cooperative, meant I was building ties to other planetary governments.
In short… If I didn’t know the right person, I probably lived with one who did. William’s control over my space station project and the display of human engineering was drawing attention from potential allied worlds, while the Methuselah Initiative his wife was a leading researcher for was drawing global attention as the first gentle strides proceeded.
Incidentally… My big sister was on excellent terms with Rebecca Walker and had put her in touch with the D.S.A. the Dlamias Science Academy, where our finest genetic researchers worked… given that Bau was nominally a fugitive, I can only imagine she did this surreptitiously. But once the chain was forged, further cooperation was inevitable.
My people seem to be unable to help ourselves when it comes to humans, if we’re not man’s best friend five years from now, I’ll eat my hat. And if I do not have a hat, first I will buy one, then I will eat it.
All that is to say in long form that, out of all the students on Earth, and out of all the Dlamisa who were now visiting or residing on Earth, out of all the other aliens who were expressing interest in the rising power…I had stumbled my way into being the best known, best positioned, the absolute wealthiest, and the most intimately connected with all the right people.
So… with all that out of the way, let me continue.
Weeks came and weeks went, and I? I enjoyed them. William and Rebecca returned from their work, the Methuselah Initiative continued to progress and the space station continued to expand while the first vessels were built.
Fauve returned from her trip to Japan and we were up late enjoying coffee while the rest of the house slept.
I’d been apart from my human for longer than usual, but we slipped back into our routine without missing a beat.
It was rich, strong stuff that we drank, something she brought with her from her trip. The light was dim and the house was silent save for the little sizzle of coffee dripping down for our inevitable refills. We still had a relatively modest, ‘middle class’ home. Strange for me to say it that way, since I was saying ‘we’. But they were family, now, and it felt right even if legally I owned none of it.
Some have remarked that it was strange that Fauve still hadn’t moved out, when it was not uncommon for humans to leave their homes as they enter adulthood. But the reality is simple, departure is typically undertaken because of stress, a clash between the adult parent and the adult child and the former wanting to continue to rule the latter, while the latter wants to do things their own way.
But that contesting dynamic did not exist between the Walkers. William and Rebecca didn’t press their daughter to let them control anything, they would offer advice, and she did pay a little ‘rent’ to contribute to household expenses. A nominal sum that was more a symbol of independence than anything else. But she otherwise controlled everything about her own life. As they loved and cared for one another and considered their family to be a singular unit, a ‘team’ such as it were, they saw no need to separate themselves.
I like to think she also didn’t want to move since she’d miss me and I was more or less obligated to maintain a single residence for the next fifty years… but that’s just speculation on my part.
Regardless, here she was and so was I, and we could enjoy the comfort of one another’s presence. We simply sipped our first cups, and savored the moment. And for the first half of the cup, we were silent, just enjoying each moment in our amiable existence.
That was our custom, to just enjoy presence for a little while, it was a chance to gather our thoughts and consider what, if anything, there was to say.
Sometimes there wasn’t, we’d just sit in quiet company until our cups were empty, content that nothing need be said and mutual presence was enough.
It’s funny how much humans can say while saying nothing at all. In a very real way, they may be the most competent communicators in the galaxy.
But… tonight would not be a silent night.
When the coffee maker clicked off on the dim light of the kitchen, Fauve chose to speak. “So I got an offer for a diplomatic job.” She said it as if she were mentioning it might rain… this human of mine is the most unflappable person I’ve ever met…I swear.
My tail started to wag and I took a quick sip before saying, “Tell me about it.” She launched into a full story of touring Japan, first, which was to be expected, and I thoroughly enjoyed the recounting before she got to the part I asked about.
“You know how I’ve been handling all these media deals… and… remember how we spent that year on The Red Spark, during the Silent Civil War?” She asked.
I looked down my snout at her. “Tell me that’s rhetorical.”
She cracked a smile, “Well, one of the guys I used to eat lunch with was appointed to the Department of Interplanetary Relations. He was in New Kyoto for a conference on Interplanetary Tech… forget that, it’s boring,” she waved a dismissive hand and went on, “Anyway we were at the same hotel on the day I closed a deal for distributing your league broadcasts…” she paused and tilted her head, “Did you know that the Leonids have a reputation for stubbornness?” She asked.
I nodded. “Worse than ours.” I agreed, and it was no exaggeration. On Dlamias we said that you could convince a mountain to move before you could convince a Leonid to do so.
“They’re not so bad, I just had to keep reframing things until I found what worked, but we got a deal. So I told Marcus about it, and he said he needed someone like me on his team.” She should have smiled, but she didn’t.
“What?” I asked.
“Bailey, listen…”. Fauve’s voice became grave, “Marcus had a few more than he meant to and he let something slip… the Praeda species are a lot more afraid than anyone thinks. If what he told me is true, media relations will be the least of my concerns… a real war is a very clear possibility.”
“Shouldn’t you have led with that?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but still…
She sat up straight, “It wouldn’t be more or less likely, based on where I put it in conversation, and this way you heard good things first. if I waited, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy those properly.”
It was as absurd as it was practical.
“So then the job is…?” I prompted.
“There’s going to be an attempt at diplomacy first. The Rogue World is a long way off, and everybody is going to start gearing up for war, but in that span of time we have a shot at deescalation.” She looked at me for a very long moment.
“I’ll talk to my world’s ambassador. He won’t be happy that word slipped out, even to a reliable resource. Maybe we can create a joint envoy?” It was a tentative thought. More likely it would set the Rapax class species on edge if it looked like we were negotiating a separate peace…
I could see the wheels spinning in her mind when she said… “Maybe suggest we think bigger… anyone left out might feel like a target.”
She wasn’t wrong. “I’ll reach out to him in the morning. In the meantime… one more cup?” I asked.
She handed me hers as I stood, “Yes, please.”
2023.06.02 16:45 Go1denShe1ves1111111 Am I insane for wanting to buy a house at 19
tdlr: I hate the idea of rent. I want to break that cycle immediately. Crucial details: I'm on the path to 20k saved, I'm really young, and I'm good with money (good credit score) BUT I'm in college and young thus naive
I'm young, I have a bit saved. What if I bought a relatively cheap shitty house? There are some in my area that are listed (Zillow) for less than 300 a month (I input a 20k downpayment, not sure if the calculator accounted for that). I don't come from luxury myself and honestly I wouldn't mind living in a crappy household as long as there wasn't roaches and mold I couldn't fix myself initially.
Unfortunately I'm moving into an apartment for the next year but I really hate that my money will be thrown away at a landlord. I was thinking it COULD be smart (if played right) to park my money in a home?
I know this sounds super outlandish and silly, especially considering some people 2x my age have no home, but I'm YOUNG, I have TIME and I have savings. I don't want to continue with my savings being put down the drain.
Potentially I could have somebody join on this with me except not put their name on the actual home. I'd have them pay dirt cheap rent (yes I understand this is hypocrisy in play)... NOT EVENF FOR A PROFIT, but just so my savings don't have to get continuously stomped on each month I pay 700 to a landlord.
THOUGHTS?
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I'm young, I have a bit saved. What if I bought a relatively cheap shitty house? There are some in my area that are listed (Zillow) for less than 300 a month (I input a 20k downpayment, not sure if the calculator accounted for that). I don't come from luxury myself and honestly I wouldn't mind living in a crappy household as long as there wasn't roaches and mold I couldn't fix myself initially.
Unfortunately I'm moving into an apartment for the next year but I really hate that my money will be thrown away at a landlord. I was thinking it COULD be smart (if played right) to park my money in a home?
I know this sounds super outlandish and silly, especially considering some people 2x my age have no home, but I'm YOUNG, I have TIME and I have savings. I don't want to continue with my savings being put down the drain.
Potentially I could have somebody join on this with me except not put their name on the actual home. I'd have them pay dirt cheap rent (yes I understand this is hypocrisy in play)... NOT EVENF FOR A PROFIT, but just so my savings don't have to get continuously stomped on each month I pay 700 to a landlord.
THOUGHTS?
2023.06.02 16:44 InevitableArt5438 Love to see this on my Friday trip!
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2023.06.02 16:25 teh_mooses Fleeing rural texas for my own safety
For those of you that don't know me from DA and CA, I'm a transgender woman living in north rural Texas. To say things have become bad here since 2018+ is a understatement. Last night was my third beating, this time resulting in broken fingers from where my car door was closed violently on my hand and a concussion from being kicked and screamed out by the local cleetus and bubba's of the area. I'm married to a wonderful trans man, we've both been on hormone therapy for over four years (at least that's one thing in this crazy world that's affordable!)
My mistake, I went out after dark, without my husband, to pick up a take out order of fast food. I guess I should know better and never leave the house or something :( The first two beatings mostly ruined me. The PTSD is out of hand, I have shitty insurance but at least they cover therapy and generic medication, and I've been using that to it's fullest.
I've had my ear literally cut nearly off with a knife, multiple broken ribs, local businesses refusing to service me but of course never explaining why, local landlords raising my rent refusing to help when anything is broken, cops that laugh at me and promise they will 'look into things' after each beating and of course, they do nothing and make snide remarks about how it's my fault and I should carry a gun (ewww.)I realized last night I just can't do this anymore. It's unsafe unless I hide in my place 24/7 or take my husband with me everywhere I go, and even then it's dicey.
I am getting the fuck out, by any means needed.I swallowed a lot of pride and created a fundraiser for a private friends group I am in, and - damn, 6% met in the FIRST DAY. I cried a lot, that's just so amazing. I'm skipping on any luxury including simple things like nicotine for my vape thingie and like 5$ in alcohol a day to keep the nightmares and shaking at bay.
I have two very close friends in MI who are more than happy to give me a safe landing pad and take me in for a few weeks while I get things settled in a new and more tolerant and safe place. I cannot put them in a situation where after I get there, a month later, I cannot afford to start my life over. I need enough for first and last month rent + deposit of a cute little apartment I found, rental of a large u-haul to get me there, a couple quality cat crates for moving them safely and with love, food and hotel for 2-3 nights during the long drive, and the ability to start over.
I'm not safe here anymore, and at this rate - I fear this is targeted and it's just a matter of time before I end up in a ditch or hurt so badly that I end up with lifelong physical health issues.It really dings and fucks with my pride to ask, but - if you are in a position to help, or even share with your groups of friends and loved ones - I would be eternally grateful, and of course - once I get settled my #1 goal will be to pay it forward to get someone else out. I have one good thing going for me - I work for myself doing video editing for youtubers and the like, basic server / domain setups, and I can do this from anywhere. I don't make much, but I'll make enough to at least cover the basics when I am out, and my husband will actually have a boat load of options finally and can put his masters degree to use.
Here he could not even get a job at a local fast food place if he wanted, due to also being transgender (female to male). We've both been on hormone therapy for over 4 years (at least that's free, insurance covers it!) We've both just hit the point where it's swallow the pride and ask our communities for some help and crowdsource our GTFO, or risk our lives and stay where while things get worse and worse and more hateful for people like us.If you are considering helping me and need more, you can DM me. I'm happy to provide hospital bills, disturbing pictures of me missing an ear for a day and the nasty recovery of having that put back on (ewww), some broken fingers and awful stuff if you need it :)
Thanks in advance, and special thanks to zapopi for tell me it's okay.
Link to the fundraiser is @ https://ko-fi.com/teh_mouses - feel free to share. Thank you ever so much! Every little bit helps!
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My mistake, I went out after dark, without my husband, to pick up a take out order of fast food. I guess I should know better and never leave the house or something :( The first two beatings mostly ruined me. The PTSD is out of hand, I have shitty insurance but at least they cover therapy and generic medication, and I've been using that to it's fullest.
I've had my ear literally cut nearly off with a knife, multiple broken ribs, local businesses refusing to service me but of course never explaining why, local landlords raising my rent refusing to help when anything is broken, cops that laugh at me and promise they will 'look into things' after each beating and of course, they do nothing and make snide remarks about how it's my fault and I should carry a gun (ewww.)I realized last night I just can't do this anymore. It's unsafe unless I hide in my place 24/7 or take my husband with me everywhere I go, and even then it's dicey.
I am getting the fuck out, by any means needed.I swallowed a lot of pride and created a fundraiser for a private friends group I am in, and - damn, 6% met in the FIRST DAY. I cried a lot, that's just so amazing. I'm skipping on any luxury including simple things like nicotine for my vape thingie and like 5$ in alcohol a day to keep the nightmares and shaking at bay.
I have two very close friends in MI who are more than happy to give me a safe landing pad and take me in for a few weeks while I get things settled in a new and more tolerant and safe place. I cannot put them in a situation where after I get there, a month later, I cannot afford to start my life over. I need enough for first and last month rent + deposit of a cute little apartment I found, rental of a large u-haul to get me there, a couple quality cat crates for moving them safely and with love, food and hotel for 2-3 nights during the long drive, and the ability to start over.
I'm not safe here anymore, and at this rate - I fear this is targeted and it's just a matter of time before I end up in a ditch or hurt so badly that I end up with lifelong physical health issues.It really dings and fucks with my pride to ask, but - if you are in a position to help, or even share with your groups of friends and loved ones - I would be eternally grateful, and of course - once I get settled my #1 goal will be to pay it forward to get someone else out. I have one good thing going for me - I work for myself doing video editing for youtubers and the like, basic server / domain setups, and I can do this from anywhere. I don't make much, but I'll make enough to at least cover the basics when I am out, and my husband will actually have a boat load of options finally and can put his masters degree to use.
Here he could not even get a job at a local fast food place if he wanted, due to also being transgender (female to male). We've both been on hormone therapy for over 4 years (at least that's free, insurance covers it!) We've both just hit the point where it's swallow the pride and ask our communities for some help and crowdsource our GTFO, or risk our lives and stay where while things get worse and worse and more hateful for people like us.If you are considering helping me and need more, you can DM me. I'm happy to provide hospital bills, disturbing pictures of me missing an ear for a day and the nasty recovery of having that put back on (ewww), some broken fingers and awful stuff if you need it :)
Thanks in advance, and special thanks to zapopi for tell me it's okay.
Link to the fundraiser is @ https://ko-fi.com/teh_mouses - feel free to share. Thank you ever so much! Every little bit helps!
2023.06.02 16:14 drcareimplantc Trụ implant brat
 | Trụ Implant Brat là dòng trụ có xuất xứ từ Pháp. Dòng trụ có thiết kế đặc biệt có thể cấy ghép ngay cả khi mật độ xương hàm không đạt tiêu chuẩn. submitted by drcareimplantc to u/drcareimplantc [link] [comments] Xuất xứ trụ Implant Brat?Trụ Implant Brat(tên chính xác là Implant Express) có là trụ Implant Pháp, thuộc hãng công nghệ tiên tiến về xương - Implant Brat, được thành lập vào năm 1995.https://preview.redd.it/1ly6g38r4m3b1.jpg?width=510&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=61889d793615d5cc8a0b369c94c2e9955ec2c22b Theo đánh giá của nhiều chuyên gia thì đây là một trong những dòng trụ Implant hàng đầu tại Pháp. Loại trụ này được nhiều Bác sĩ ưa chuộng và được phân phối tại rất nhiều quốc gia trên khắp thế giới. Cấu tạo 3 phần trụ Implant Brat PhápTrụ Implant Brat với thiết kế đặc biệt được nhiều Bác sĩ nha khoa đánh giá cao và bệnh nhân ưu ái sử dụng trong việc cấy ghép Implant.1. Phần cổ trụ ImplantCông nghệ xử lý bề mặt nhám phun cát (µ blasting) tăng tính chắc chắn của trụ. Trụ Implant có khả năng tạo ra lực phân bổ đồng đều và hài hòa với giải phẫu xương, giúp ca cấy ghép diễn ra dễ dàng và đạt được hiệu quả tốt nhất.Xem thêm:Trụ Implant C-Tech - Tìm hiểu xuất xứ, ưu điểm và giá cả Dr. Care Kết nối Hex chuẩn lục giác sâu bên trong 3.5 mmD cho mọi đường kính, hơi chóp nhẹ tạo sự dễ dàng trong khâu phục hình, mang lại sự khít xác vững chắc giữa trụ Implant và khớp nối Abutment. https://preview.redd.it/0m2uxbxu4m3b1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2d96f132785c6d51d51e1705bdac7bf891cc13ef 2. Phần thân trụ ImplantThân trụ được thiết kế ren xoắn rất đặc biệt, tăng độ tích hợp giữa trụ và xương hàm ngay cả khi mật độ xương không đạt tiêu chuẩn.3. Phần đáy trụ ImplantPhần đế bằng phẳng giúp trụ Implant cắm chắc chắn và bền vững vào xương hàm, hạn chế tối đa ảnh hưởng xấu trong trường hợp có ghép xương.Dr. Care Implant Clinic Địa chỉ: P3-0.SH08, Tòa nhà Park 3, Khu đô thị Vinhomes Central Park 208 Nguyễn Hữu Cảnh, Phường 22, Quận Bình Thạnh, Tp HCM Phone: 0909478910 Website: https://drcareimplant.com/ #tru_implant_brat #implant_brat Nguồn tham khảo: https://drcareimplant.com/tru-implant-brat-tim-hieu-xuat-xu-uu-diem-va-gia-ca-644 MAP: https://www.google.com/maps?cid=691390527449622009 Thông tin: https://www.google.com/search?q=dr.+care+implant+clinic&kponly=&kgmid=/g/11g0gb08tb |
2023.06.02 15:59 WarmBank5850 Are there Offleash dogs in every apartment complex?
So pretty much what the caption says. I am going to ramble on a little more with questions and just what’s been going on with my current apartment and why I’m so worried about this.
So in my current apartment, since I’ve moved here for about a year my dog has gotten into four dog fights from off leash dogs. three of them were because of the Offleash dogs. The fourth one was also because the Offleash dog but my dog initiated the aggression which I now have to think in my mind. These four attacks have probably caused dog agression at least For dogs that are rushing up and getting in his space. Because he does hang out with many other dogs, but it’s all ones we know personally not random ones on the street because we don’t let him run around. I’ve talked with my apartment about it in the people in the office didn’t really do anything so I ended up emailing the manager and they sent out an email and actually took me seriously which was amazing to finally here as I have been trying to tell them for a while now. I don’t know why I didn’t report it sooner but I’m glad that it is now. I also have a picture of the dog, so that’s good. But still there is off leash dogs even after sending a message to the residence saying that if they see their dogs off leash, they could get taken away after so many in fractions. But still there’s off leash dogs and I still have to be on the lookout and I am most of the time walking my dog off property.
Now for my new apartment, it is dog friendly, and we are moving to be closer to work. It’s a little more out of Baton Rouge still in it but a little outside so I can probably drive and find open grass places easier. My only complaint is am I still going to have to deal with all these dogs is this just something that comes with every apartment. Because honestly, there is really that one person that is always way too lazy to actually hang out with their dog and put an effort and literally just a basic needs of walking her dog they won’t do. And I will probably still leave the property since I hear there isn’t too much grassy areas but you know for the morning and night pee before I’m dressed and everything I would like to just be able to go outside and let my dog use the bathroom. Also, I still have to walk out of the complex so if there was an off leash dog, he would still run into him. Even if I was going off property it’s happened here.
My other question is do you notice in more high end apartments that there are less off leash dogs or are there more because they feel like their dogs are nice and entitled. you know like the classic golden doodle owner stereotype. I’m just trying to make sure this apartment is the right thing for me. There is really no houses available that’s in my budget but I could make it work possibly it’s just not going to be in the greatest area. But then I’m also scouring Reddit and there’s still people saying they’re just walking the street with their dog in there is still off leash dogs, so I just don’t think there is a solution here. I think I will have to live with all the off leash dogs for the rest of my life. I even went to a park and there was an off leash dog, so I went back home. There’s also another park really close to me that I like to go the university lakes and still I’ve seen off leash dogs there too. People just don’t follow the rules.
My other thing is since I will probably have to start navigating like a reactive dog owner now or how do you guys manage it? I know I don’t have it to the extent of everybody but he does growl at a lot of dogs he passes so that’s a big change. We are working on positive association, but it literally keeps getting destroyed by Offleash dogs. Should I start walking my dog and a muzzle that way if I do experience another Offleash dog at least if he does buy my dog that’s one dog I have to deal with and you know do the leash trick to get him off if a fight does end up happening. Also, I really want to buy the pepper spray for dog stuff but I feel a little guilty about using it. Is there any repercussions that could come back on me legally for using it is it going to damage the dogs eyesight anything like that?
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So in my current apartment, since I’ve moved here for about a year my dog has gotten into four dog fights from off leash dogs. three of them were because of the Offleash dogs. The fourth one was also because the Offleash dog but my dog initiated the aggression which I now have to think in my mind. These four attacks have probably caused dog agression at least For dogs that are rushing up and getting in his space. Because he does hang out with many other dogs, but it’s all ones we know personally not random ones on the street because we don’t let him run around. I’ve talked with my apartment about it in the people in the office didn’t really do anything so I ended up emailing the manager and they sent out an email and actually took me seriously which was amazing to finally here as I have been trying to tell them for a while now. I don’t know why I didn’t report it sooner but I’m glad that it is now. I also have a picture of the dog, so that’s good. But still there is off leash dogs even after sending a message to the residence saying that if they see their dogs off leash, they could get taken away after so many in fractions. But still there’s off leash dogs and I still have to be on the lookout and I am most of the time walking my dog off property.
Now for my new apartment, it is dog friendly, and we are moving to be closer to work. It’s a little more out of Baton Rouge still in it but a little outside so I can probably drive and find open grass places easier. My only complaint is am I still going to have to deal with all these dogs is this just something that comes with every apartment. Because honestly, there is really that one person that is always way too lazy to actually hang out with their dog and put an effort and literally just a basic needs of walking her dog they won’t do. And I will probably still leave the property since I hear there isn’t too much grassy areas but you know for the morning and night pee before I’m dressed and everything I would like to just be able to go outside and let my dog use the bathroom. Also, I still have to walk out of the complex so if there was an off leash dog, he would still run into him. Even if I was going off property it’s happened here.
My other question is do you notice in more high end apartments that there are less off leash dogs or are there more because they feel like their dogs are nice and entitled. you know like the classic golden doodle owner stereotype. I’m just trying to make sure this apartment is the right thing for me. There is really no houses available that’s in my budget but I could make it work possibly it’s just not going to be in the greatest area. But then I’m also scouring Reddit and there’s still people saying they’re just walking the street with their dog in there is still off leash dogs, so I just don’t think there is a solution here. I think I will have to live with all the off leash dogs for the rest of my life. I even went to a park and there was an off leash dog, so I went back home. There’s also another park really close to me that I like to go the university lakes and still I’ve seen off leash dogs there too. People just don’t follow the rules.
My other thing is since I will probably have to start navigating like a reactive dog owner now or how do you guys manage it? I know I don’t have it to the extent of everybody but he does growl at a lot of dogs he passes so that’s a big change. We are working on positive association, but it literally keeps getting destroyed by Offleash dogs. Should I start walking my dog and a muzzle that way if I do experience another Offleash dog at least if he does buy my dog that’s one dog I have to deal with and you know do the leash trick to get him off if a fight does end up happening. Also, I really want to buy the pepper spray for dog stuff but I feel a little guilty about using it. Is there any repercussions that could come back on me legally for using it is it going to damage the dogs eyesight anything like that?
2023.06.02 15:57 drcareimplantc Trụ implant etk
| | Implant ETK Active là dòng trụ đến từ nước Pháp, trụ Implant này ra đời dựa trên sự cải tiến công nghệ của các dòng trụ trước đó. submitted by drcareimplantc to u/drcareimplantc [link] [comments] Tìm hiểu về trụ Implant ETK ActiveXuất xứ trụ Implant ETK ActiveTrụ Implant ETK là trụ Implant Pháp được sản xuất bởi tập đoàn Stemmer, một tập đoàn gia đình của Pháp có trụ sở tại Paris. Stemmer chuyên về phân phối các sản phẩm nha khoa trên toàn châu Âu.Ngày nay, LYRA Group là công ty chủ chốt trong tập đoàn này, LYRA Group chuyên về lĩnh vực kỹ thuật số về cấy ghép, chỉnh nha và phục hình. Năm 2016 tập đoàn này đã sáp nhập ETK và LYRA bắt đầu một sự đổi mới lớn trong lĩnh vực phát triển vật liệu cấy ghép, tiến hành sản xuất và phát triển Implant. LYRA - ETK là đơn vị sản xuất và phân phối trụ Implant ETK Active trên toàn thế giới Implant ETK Active tuân theo các tiêu chuẩn và đạt được các chứng nhận: ISO 13485. Sản phẩm được đóng dấu chứng nhận chất lượng CE, mang số chứng nhận 0459. LYRA- ETK hiện nay đã phân phối Implant ETK Active trên toàn thế giới tại hơn 30 quốc gia, với 27 nhà phân phối và 4 công ty con ở Châu Âu. Cấu tạo trụ Implant ETK ActiveImplant ETK Active được chứng minh là dòng Implant tối ưu nhất hiện nay. Với cấu tạo đặc biệt Implant ETK Pháp là giải pháp thay thế răng đã mất hoàn hảo nhất cho nhiều Cô Chú, Anh Chị.
Dr. Care Implant Clinic Địa chỉ: P3-0.SH08, Tòa nhà Park 3, Khu đô thị Vinhomes Central Park 208 Nguyễn Hữu Cảnh, Phường 22, Quận Bình Thạnh, Tp HCM Phone: 0909478910 Website: https://drcareimplant.com/ #implant_etk #etk_implant #tru_implant_etk Nguồn tham khảo: https://drcareimplant.com/tru-implant-etk-active-tim-hiem-xuat-xu-uu-diem-va-gia-ca-428 MAP: https://www.google.com/maps?cid=691390527449622009 Thông tin: https://www.google.com/search?q=dr.+care+implant+clinic&kponly=&kgmid=/g/11g0gb08tb |
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2023.06.02 15:34 cheesetato New Yorker Moving to Chicago
I’ve (F27) only known NYC all my life. Yes, I have traveled but I’ve never lived anywhere outside of Brooklyn. My husband (M28), moved to NY from CA when he started college. We started dating in our sophomore year of college and he decided to permanently live in NY to be close with me after graduation. We just got married in March of this year, but we have been living in a (walk-in) basement since the start of the pandemic. We are just 3 blocks away from my parents. As an only child, my parents have had strict hold over me, such as not letting me dorm for college, tracking my location, etc. I think all that plus past emotional trauma with my dad being controlling over my social life has led me to develop anxiety.
They only let me move out with my now-husband before the pandemic because they didn’t want me to keep “being exposed to the outside” whenever I walked over to my husband’s apartment in the morning (every day) and come back to my parents’ house at night.
Fast forward to today, my husband recently applied to law school and got accepted with a full ride to one of the schools in Chicago! We just got this news literally last week and we’ve been so excited - we can finally move out of NYC to be on our own and be independent for once as newlyweds. We broke the news to his family and my team at work. I’ve been avoiding having a sit-down with my parents because I’m scared of the backlash or them being upset. We both deserve the freedom. To get out of this basement, live our life elsewhere. We decided to break the news to them this weekend (tomorrow!!!). We plan to move at the end of July, so that’s pretty soon.
I’m super nervous but sorry for this long rant. I guess what I’m asking is…
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They only let me move out with my now-husband before the pandemic because they didn’t want me to keep “being exposed to the outside” whenever I walked over to my husband’s apartment in the morning (every day) and come back to my parents’ house at night.
Fast forward to today, my husband recently applied to law school and got accepted with a full ride to one of the schools in Chicago! We just got this news literally last week and we’ve been so excited - we can finally move out of NYC to be on our own and be independent for once as newlyweds. We broke the news to his family and my team at work. I’ve been avoiding having a sit-down with my parents because I’m scared of the backlash or them being upset. We both deserve the freedom. To get out of this basement, live our life elsewhere. We decided to break the news to them this weekend (tomorrow!!!). We plan to move at the end of July, so that’s pretty soon.
I’m super nervous but sorry for this long rant. I guess what I’m asking is…
- As a New Yorker, how should I prepare for our big move to Chicago, both mentally and physically?
- We have no family or friends there but my husband’s family lives about 3 hours by car from Chicago. He currently works remote and will be doing his law program at night. What are some suggestions for exploring Chicago, making new friends, finding new hobbies?
2023.06.02 15:29 NekkyP My puppy died at 4 months old, brutally and unexpectedly
I am writing this with tears in my eyes as I have just lost the dearest thing in my life. She was just 4 months old, a beautiful mini dachshund that was not meant to live and passed away too fast.
I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.
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I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.
2023.06.02 15:25 NekkyP My puppy died at 4 months old, brutally and unexpectedly
I am writing this with tears in my eyes as I have just lost the dearest thing in my life. She was just 4 months old, a beautiful mini dachshund that was not meant to live and passed away too fast.
I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.
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I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.
2023.06.02 15:13 Financial-Hunt8189 Place to store boat
I’m thinking of getting a small boat maybe 13-15 feet long. My “luxury” apartment complex doesn’t let you park anything besides your car here.
Anyone know of a good place that I could store it for a decent price?
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Anyone know of a good place that I could store it for a decent price?
2023.06.02 15:07 Mythos_Industries Papa Bones: Time II
I’ve spent the last couple of days helping repair the damage to the town from the attack. The events of that day keep replaying in my mind. I’m convinced something was off but I can’t but my finger on it. As I think about this, I lay down a sheet of singles. I make the nails hover above it and slam down. Securing the sheet to the wood.
“Papa Bones.” A woman named Elizabeth calls out.
I straighten up and wipe my forehead with a rag. “Yes?”
Elizabeth wands me a glass of water. “It is absolutely hot out here. Thought you could use this.”
I take the glass. “Thank you. I take a drink and say. “I should be done here in a hour.”
“Thank you for helping us…it’s just…”
“Just what?” I ask.
“It’s just…you’re not abusing your powers helping us. Are you?”
I give her a warm smile. “I can see where you are coming from but no. I’m protector of Ayzian. I use my powers to protect and help. Even if I’m just putting shingles on. So no. I’m not abusing my powers.
Elizabeth smiles back. “I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t displease the Loa by helping like this.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
I finish the water and hand the glass back. “If it makes you feel better. I’m repairing a chicken coop after this. It’s a smaller project so I will be using a hammer.” I teases.
“Sounds good.” Elizabeth says before becoming serious. “If you need anything, just ask.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Elizabeth nods and climbs down the ladder. I look around. By the looks of it, I will need two more sheets of singles. I look down and two more sheets float out of the bag and up to me. I secure them and true to my word, I was done with the repairs in about a hour. I clean up the area and say my goodbyes. Like usual, the afternoon was hot as hell and I decide to cool down at Pops’s restaurant. I walk to the restaurant and when I walk in I close my eyes.
“Your black ass going to stand there all day and block the customers from coming in?”
I open my eyes and look at Pops. “I happen to be a customer.”
“What do you want?” Pops asks.
“Ice tea. Large.” I ask.
Pops points to the ice tea dispenser. “You know where it is.” Then he walks into the kitchen.
I grab a glass and fill it with ice and pour the tea. I sit down as Marcus walks out of the kitchen. “Julian!”
I take a sip and nod. “Hey, Marcus. Working the lunch rush?”
He stands behind the counter. “Yeah. My shift is almost over.”
It’s been a bit since we talked. “How are things?” I ask.
“Good. Good. I’m learning a lot from Pops. He says I will be able to contact a Loa soon.”
I lean back and smile. “Excellent. How is the cooking lessons going?”
Marcus smiles. “Even better. Pops says I got talent and here in a few years. My gumbo will be as half as good as his.”
I chuckle. “You know what that means, right?”
“No. What?”
“You are very good.” I say.
“Really? How come he don’t say that?”
“Compliments from Pops is rarely given out. To be your age and for him to say that means you are very good. You just got to know how Pops works.”
“Cool.”
“The ultimate judge is my friend Faust. She loves Pops’s gumbo. You get a thumbs up from her, you got something special.”
“I’ll have to cook for her one day.” Marcus says.
“Oh, she would love that.”
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
I take another sip. “Sure.”
“I made a dish. Blackened chicken on some fettuccine alfredo. I like it. My mom likes it.”
“Pops is giving you static.” I add.
“Yeah. He says it’s not a good fit for the restaurant because it’s not traditional Cajun cooking. But I think it will do good here.”
I take another sip before answering. “Pops is old as hell and set in his ways but there is a way.”
“How?” Asks Marcus.
“Faust. Her word goes a long way with Pops. Impress her and her word will almost guarantee it will be sold here.”
“Ok. How do I do that? When is she coming here?”
I finish my iced tea. “I’ll tell you what. You make it and some gumbo and I will take it to her.”
“You will?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. I always support young entrepreneurs.”I say.
“Sweet!”
I hold a hand up. “Easy there. I’m busy right now. Here in a few days when the town is squared away. I’ll do it.”
“Thanks Julian.”
“No problem.” I say.
Pops walks out of the kitchen. “Boy, you done corrupting my worker?”
“Almost. Word on the street is that Marcus’s gumbo is as good as yours.” I say.
Pops hurumphs. “Huh. I don’t know about all of that. He is a better dishwasher than you.”
Me and Marcus share a smile.
“Sir, I cleaned the tables. Can I go now?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah, I saw you prepared the okra.”
“I sure did.” Marcus says.
“Sure. Can you swing by and help at dinner?”
“I sure can, sir.”
Pops looks at me. “I don’t know why people complain about todays youth. He works harder than your lazy ass.”
“That’s my cue to leave.” I say as I stand. I look at Marcus. “Walk you home?”
“Sure.”
We leave Pops and enter the heat of the early afternoon.
“I can’t wait to make my blackened chicken for Faust.”
“I’m sure it will be a hit.” I say.
“Hey, Julian. What was that thing in the sky the other day? My mom was scared.”
“I don’t blame her. I was kinda scared myself.”
“You were scared?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? As far as what it was. I couldn’t tell you what it was. It was odd. I hope it won’t happen again.”
“What if it does?”
“Then Papa Bones will protect the town again.”
We walk another few steps before I speak again.
“No matter what. The Loa help us. My situation is more condensed than the standard practitioner of Voodoo. For example, Marionette of the dry arms.”
“What about her?” Asks Marcus.
“She loathes enslavement. She has helped us break our chains both metaphorically and literally. That’s why Ayzian is the way it is. All are welcome here.”
“I see.”
“That is why there are so many Loa. We have many needs. From gardening to love.”
“Is there a Loa for homework?” Marcus asks.
I chuckle. The question every young person asks. Myself included once upon a time. “While there are some Loa that can help. They can only help not do the work for you.”
“Are you sure?”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Yes.”
“Damn it.”
I chuckle a little harder now.
As we walk through the town park, I see a group of children sitting around Vincent.
“What’s going on?” Asks Marcus.
“Well, his name is Vincent. He’s new to town. He seems quite skilled and helped during the attack.”
We walk and stand next to a tree and watch. Vincent seems to be telling a story. The children are enraptured.
“The wind was howling.” Vincent’s says as he spreads his hands.
“Wasn’t the hurricane? Asks a child.
Vincent points to them. “Yes but it was the worst hurricane ever seen. And just like that…BOOM,”
The group gasps.
“Two eyes appeared in the storm. The eyes spoke with a powerful voice that shook the ground. Papa Bones came to me and you know what he said? He said he didn’t know if he could do this. You know what I told him?”
Many of the children shake their heads no.
“I told Papa Bones. I said, Papa Bones. You are the champion of the Loa and maybe the world. You can defeat this evil.”
Children stay quiet. Vincent continues.
“He said to me. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. Will you help me?”
“Is that how it happened?” Marcus asks me.
I lean against the tree. “It most certainly not the way it happened.”
Vincent starts walking around. Looking at each child as he passes them. “Then I said. It would be my honor Papa Bones. Fly, fly to the sky and I will distract it. Papa Bones held my shoulders and said Vincent, you are a good friend to me and the Loa.”
Marcus looks at me and I say. “Those words were never spoken.”
Vincent continues his tall tale. “So there we were. Papa Bones and I. Papa Bones took to the air and started throwing fireballs, which did nothing.”
That part angers me.
“As the one sided fight continued. The Loa touched me…”
Vincent takes a pregnant pause.
“Do you know what they said to me?”
The children shake their head no.
“They said, Vincent. Perhaps we have need for a second champion. Then…then I felt a great power enter me.”
“This is bullshit.” I mumble.
“I was also given the knowledge of what to do. I called up to Papa Bones and I said. Papa! Stand aside! The Loa are with us and they are here to help through me. Can you guess what happened next?”
Many of the children shake their head no.
“With my new found knowledge. I knew what to do. During the fight the Loa had opened a hole in the clouds. I knew where the sunbeam was going to land so I got into position and reflected it back to the monster. The reflected sun greatly hurt the monster.”
Vincent takes a pause.
“It is now when Papa Bones’s little fireballs could hurt the monster. Together we raised the winds and tore the cloud monster apart.”
The children cheer.
“That’s right. When the clouds disappeared and the sun returned. Papa Bones flew down to me and said. Thank you Vincent. I couldn’t save Ayzian without you. I said to him. It was my pleasure Papa Bones. We are both children of the Loa. Your fight is my fight.”
I’ve had about enough of this. I take a step forward. “An interesting story.”
Vincent looks up and sees me. “It is. Children. That will be enough stories for today.”
The children get up. Many pass me and I smile and say hi to them as they pass. When the children are gone, I walk towards Vincent. “Telling lies to children?”
Vincent smiles at me. “Every story need’s embellishment.”
“Embellishment maybe but not lies.” I counter.
“Come now, Papa Bones. Is your ego so fragile, you can not stand thinking you may have needed help?”
“I believe that story reflected your ego. Not mine.”
“There is no harm in what I said.” Vincent states.
“Yes. There was. Most of that was fabrication. I will not allow you to lie to the children.”
“A good story does not rely on only the truth.”
I step towards Vincent. “Let’s see if the Loa agree. I can take us to the crossroads and Legba can give us his opinion.”
Vincent smile fades. “There’s no need for such an extreme response.”
I take one more step towards Vincent. “Oh, it’s no problem. We can go right now.”
“Like I said. It was only a harmless story. I must be going. Good day.”
Vincent walks away and Marcus walks up to me. “You don’t like him. Do you?”
I watch Vincent as he walks. “No. I don’t believe I do.”
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“Papa Bones.” A woman named Elizabeth calls out.
I straighten up and wipe my forehead with a rag. “Yes?”
Elizabeth wands me a glass of water. “It is absolutely hot out here. Thought you could use this.”
I take the glass. “Thank you. I take a drink and say. “I should be done here in a hour.”
“Thank you for helping us…it’s just…”
“Just what?” I ask.
“It’s just…you’re not abusing your powers helping us. Are you?”
I give her a warm smile. “I can see where you are coming from but no. I’m protector of Ayzian. I use my powers to protect and help. Even if I’m just putting shingles on. So no. I’m not abusing my powers.
Elizabeth smiles back. “I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t displease the Loa by helping like this.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
I finish the water and hand the glass back. “If it makes you feel better. I’m repairing a chicken coop after this. It’s a smaller project so I will be using a hammer.” I teases.
“Sounds good.” Elizabeth says before becoming serious. “If you need anything, just ask.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Elizabeth nods and climbs down the ladder. I look around. By the looks of it, I will need two more sheets of singles. I look down and two more sheets float out of the bag and up to me. I secure them and true to my word, I was done with the repairs in about a hour. I clean up the area and say my goodbyes. Like usual, the afternoon was hot as hell and I decide to cool down at Pops’s restaurant. I walk to the restaurant and when I walk in I close my eyes.
“Your black ass going to stand there all day and block the customers from coming in?”
I open my eyes and look at Pops. “I happen to be a customer.”
“What do you want?” Pops asks.
“Ice tea. Large.” I ask.
Pops points to the ice tea dispenser. “You know where it is.” Then he walks into the kitchen.
I grab a glass and fill it with ice and pour the tea. I sit down as Marcus walks out of the kitchen. “Julian!”
I take a sip and nod. “Hey, Marcus. Working the lunch rush?”
He stands behind the counter. “Yeah. My shift is almost over.”
It’s been a bit since we talked. “How are things?” I ask.
“Good. Good. I’m learning a lot from Pops. He says I will be able to contact a Loa soon.”
I lean back and smile. “Excellent. How is the cooking lessons going?”
Marcus smiles. “Even better. Pops says I got talent and here in a few years. My gumbo will be as half as good as his.”
I chuckle. “You know what that means, right?”
“No. What?”
“You are very good.” I say.
“Really? How come he don’t say that?”
“Compliments from Pops is rarely given out. To be your age and for him to say that means you are very good. You just got to know how Pops works.”
“Cool.”
“The ultimate judge is my friend Faust. She loves Pops’s gumbo. You get a thumbs up from her, you got something special.”
“I’ll have to cook for her one day.” Marcus says.
“Oh, she would love that.”
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
I take another sip. “Sure.”
“I made a dish. Blackened chicken on some fettuccine alfredo. I like it. My mom likes it.”
“Pops is giving you static.” I add.
“Yeah. He says it’s not a good fit for the restaurant because it’s not traditional Cajun cooking. But I think it will do good here.”
I take another sip before answering. “Pops is old as hell and set in his ways but there is a way.”
“How?” Asks Marcus.
“Faust. Her word goes a long way with Pops. Impress her and her word will almost guarantee it will be sold here.”
“Ok. How do I do that? When is she coming here?”
I finish my iced tea. “I’ll tell you what. You make it and some gumbo and I will take it to her.”
“You will?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. I always support young entrepreneurs.”I say.
“Sweet!”
I hold a hand up. “Easy there. I’m busy right now. Here in a few days when the town is squared away. I’ll do it.”
“Thanks Julian.”
“No problem.” I say.
Pops walks out of the kitchen. “Boy, you done corrupting my worker?”
“Almost. Word on the street is that Marcus’s gumbo is as good as yours.” I say.
Pops hurumphs. “Huh. I don’t know about all of that. He is a better dishwasher than you.”
Me and Marcus share a smile.
“Sir, I cleaned the tables. Can I go now?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah, I saw you prepared the okra.”
“I sure did.” Marcus says.
“Sure. Can you swing by and help at dinner?”
“I sure can, sir.”
Pops looks at me. “I don’t know why people complain about todays youth. He works harder than your lazy ass.”
“That’s my cue to leave.” I say as I stand. I look at Marcus. “Walk you home?”
“Sure.”
We leave Pops and enter the heat of the early afternoon.
“I can’t wait to make my blackened chicken for Faust.”
“I’m sure it will be a hit.” I say.
“Hey, Julian. What was that thing in the sky the other day? My mom was scared.”
“I don’t blame her. I was kinda scared myself.”
“You were scared?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? As far as what it was. I couldn’t tell you what it was. It was odd. I hope it won’t happen again.”
“What if it does?”
“Then Papa Bones will protect the town again.”
We walk another few steps before I speak again.
“No matter what. The Loa help us. My situation is more condensed than the standard practitioner of Voodoo. For example, Marionette of the dry arms.”
“What about her?” Asks Marcus.
“She loathes enslavement. She has helped us break our chains both metaphorically and literally. That’s why Ayzian is the way it is. All are welcome here.”
“I see.”
“That is why there are so many Loa. We have many needs. From gardening to love.”
“Is there a Loa for homework?” Marcus asks.
I chuckle. The question every young person asks. Myself included once upon a time. “While there are some Loa that can help. They can only help not do the work for you.”
“Are you sure?”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Yes.”
“Damn it.”
I chuckle a little harder now.
As we walk through the town park, I see a group of children sitting around Vincent.
“What’s going on?” Asks Marcus.
“Well, his name is Vincent. He’s new to town. He seems quite skilled and helped during the attack.”
We walk and stand next to a tree and watch. Vincent seems to be telling a story. The children are enraptured.
“The wind was howling.” Vincent’s says as he spreads his hands.
“Wasn’t the hurricane? Asks a child.
Vincent points to them. “Yes but it was the worst hurricane ever seen. And just like that…BOOM,”
The group gasps.
“Two eyes appeared in the storm. The eyes spoke with a powerful voice that shook the ground. Papa Bones came to me and you know what he said? He said he didn’t know if he could do this. You know what I told him?”
Many of the children shake their heads no.
“I told Papa Bones. I said, Papa Bones. You are the champion of the Loa and maybe the world. You can defeat this evil.”
Children stay quiet. Vincent continues.
“He said to me. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. Will you help me?”
“Is that how it happened?” Marcus asks me.
I lean against the tree. “It most certainly not the way it happened.”
Vincent starts walking around. Looking at each child as he passes them. “Then I said. It would be my honor Papa Bones. Fly, fly to the sky and I will distract it. Papa Bones held my shoulders and said Vincent, you are a good friend to me and the Loa.”
Marcus looks at me and I say. “Those words were never spoken.”
Vincent continues his tall tale. “So there we were. Papa Bones and I. Papa Bones took to the air and started throwing fireballs, which did nothing.”
That part angers me.
“As the one sided fight continued. The Loa touched me…”
Vincent takes a pregnant pause.
“Do you know what they said to me?”
The children shake their head no.
“They said, Vincent. Perhaps we have need for a second champion. Then…then I felt a great power enter me.”
“This is bullshit.” I mumble.
“I was also given the knowledge of what to do. I called up to Papa Bones and I said. Papa! Stand aside! The Loa are with us and they are here to help through me. Can you guess what happened next?”
Many of the children shake their head no.
“With my new found knowledge. I knew what to do. During the fight the Loa had opened a hole in the clouds. I knew where the sunbeam was going to land so I got into position and reflected it back to the monster. The reflected sun greatly hurt the monster.”
Vincent takes a pause.
“It is now when Papa Bones’s little fireballs could hurt the monster. Together we raised the winds and tore the cloud monster apart.”
The children cheer.
“That’s right. When the clouds disappeared and the sun returned. Papa Bones flew down to me and said. Thank you Vincent. I couldn’t save Ayzian without you. I said to him. It was my pleasure Papa Bones. We are both children of the Loa. Your fight is my fight.”
I’ve had about enough of this. I take a step forward. “An interesting story.”
Vincent looks up and sees me. “It is. Children. That will be enough stories for today.”
The children get up. Many pass me and I smile and say hi to them as they pass. When the children are gone, I walk towards Vincent. “Telling lies to children?”
Vincent smiles at me. “Every story need’s embellishment.”
“Embellishment maybe but not lies.” I counter.
“Come now, Papa Bones. Is your ego so fragile, you can not stand thinking you may have needed help?”
“I believe that story reflected your ego. Not mine.”
“There is no harm in what I said.” Vincent states.
“Yes. There was. Most of that was fabrication. I will not allow you to lie to the children.”
“A good story does not rely on only the truth.”
I step towards Vincent. “Let’s see if the Loa agree. I can take us to the crossroads and Legba can give us his opinion.”
Vincent smile fades. “There’s no need for such an extreme response.”
I take one more step towards Vincent. “Oh, it’s no problem. We can go right now.”
“Like I said. It was only a harmless story. I must be going. Good day.”
Vincent walks away and Marcus walks up to me. “You don’t like him. Do you?”
I watch Vincent as he walks. “No. I don’t believe I do.”
2023.06.02 15:02 Chehew Haven’t seen this before
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2023.06.02 14:57 twazzinesscrab Parking violation 30 minutes apart?
I got two separate tickets for parking too close to a fire hydrant.
One was issued at 5.55am and another at 6.30am. I slipped up and parking near the fire hydrant was my fault, but do I really have to pay both of these fines? ($115 each)
I was thinking I could pay one and possibly dispute the other and go to court. Any advice or suggestions or am I just SOL and I have to pay 230
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One was issued at 5.55am and another at 6.30am. I slipped up and parking near the fire hydrant was my fault, but do I really have to pay both of these fines? ($115 each)
I was thinking I could pay one and possibly dispute the other and go to court. Any advice or suggestions or am I just SOL and I have to pay 230
2023.06.02 14:54 mahusay3g Trained another shop on proper guide liner install
 | The past few weeks I’ve been doing employee training at other shops and yesterday I taught a shop how to install guide liners properly and what makes these when properly installed a quality and profitable repair. It’s a huge issue in the industry to price themselves down to the bottom. I’ve been working on changing the price scales at this shop as they were doing a lot of extra work and not charging or not doing the necessary work due to not understanding how to use all the tools available. submitted by mahusay3g to EngineBuilding [link] [comments] This job takes an hour on a V8. The guide liners sell for $5 each and the labor to install them is $18 each. Keep in mind a guide liner kit is anywhere from $800-1000 and you need to have $250 a piece reamers or an $1800+ honing system size these properly. Liners have a bad reputation with a lot of people and that’s because of improper installation and poor understanding of how they actually work. I do these trainings to help keep machine shops profitable and to help ensure the trade survives as long as possible. Many mom and pop machine shops will fall into bad habits of maintaining out of date practices, or not updating equipment and most of these guys out here aren’t out to get you. They want to do a good job and by sharing information amongst each other it helps keep a good working relationship in the machining community which translates to more choices and more readily available quality work for the consumer. Maybe I’ll do a post on how to be a good and informed automotive machine shop customer since it seems that most of you here are consumers. |
2023.06.02 14:51 Taxgoal Expert CA Services in South Delhi: Your Key to Financial
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Must haves: Balcony, in unit W&D, Parking available
Location: Easy commute to Monroe Ave/Mag Mile - West Loop, South Loop, LincolnPark, River North or anywhere else that is safe+ accessible
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Price range: $2200 (flexible if parking and/or some utilities are included could go up to $2600)
Must haves: Balcony, in unit W&D, Parking available
Location: Easy commute to Monroe Ave/Mag Mile - West Loop, South Loop, LincolnPark, River North or anywhere else that is safe+ accessible
2023.06.02 14:32 sesame-yeezy We lost our 16 year old beagle yesterday
i never thought i’d have to write a post like this. i thought he’d break records and live a few more years. Keegan had just turned 16 in March and he was in such good shape. he had some lipomas but nothing ever slowed him down. he loved food, sniffing, licking our hands and feet literally nonstop, licking dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and so much more.
he was also so mischievous and explored every square inch of our apartment, looking for a crumb lol.
we had an amazing Memorial Day weekend. him and his brother (11 year old coonhound, Clooney) went on a bunch of walks with us, we had a picnic, we went to a new park. it was so great. and we had no idea that’d be the last weekend we had together…
on May 31, right after feeding him dinner and going outside, Keegan started acting off. he was shaking. i assumed the AC was too low, so i increased the temp and wrapped him up. this didn’t do much to help.
after he wasn’t calming down, i called 2 local ER vets just to be safe. they both said as long as he can sleep and doesn’t progressively get worse, he should be OK until the morning to see his primary doc.
he didn’t get worse, but didn’t get better. his shaking did subside but he began breathing faster. i counted his BPMs and took his temp with a rectal thermometer. his breathing was faster than it should have been & his temp was slightly above what it should have been (103F). he also was "knuckling" his back left leg.
he was able to sleep through the night and woke us up @4AM on June 1. he went outside & he peed and pooped without assistance.
we brought him inside and got ready to feed him and his brother. he was interested in food, but when i put the bowl in front of him, he just stared. i had to hand feed what would be his last meal. at this time it was 6am and i didn't want to wait any longer for his primary doc to open.
we took him to the ER & explained what was going on. they admitted him and the ER doc suspected he may have arthritic flare up, along with a confirmed fever. she started him on fluids and took a chest X Ray to see if he aspirated fluid into his lungs potentially causing pneumonia.
after we dropped him off @7am, we got a call back around 11am. the chest x ray didn't show much significance in his lungs, and his blood work had some lowered white blood cells & some protein levels, but nothing off the charts.
ER doc said a neuro consult would be next and to spend the night to break his fever. we dropped off his medicine to them and about 30mins later, we get another call.
Keegan was declining. his fever was raising & he was deteriorating. we so desperately wanted an in home euthanasia, and the ER doc said we could, but after we see him, we might change our mind. the neuro consult suspected he had some sort of growth on his brain, due to some past issues of excess thirst and urination, which was at bay, which made it all the more confusing.
we thankfully brought his brother along for the ride. they rolled Keegan in and he was in rough shape. he was "not there" and didn't perk up when he saw us. he breathing was more labored than i've ever seen. we didn't want to risk taking him home and putting him through more. at around 3PM, Keegan was peacefully euthanized as his mom (my gf) held him in his arms and i next to her.
it hasn't even been 24hrs, but we are absolutely shocked and devastated. how could this happen so fast? he was in such amazing shape the day before. he didn't get into anything & he had a low key day.
i am feeling all sorts of feelings; guilt, regret, anger, confusion-- all normal i assume. but i never expected i'd lose our boy so fast without warning. they could've done an MRI to confirm a growth in his brain but even so, anesthesia would've been risky and radiology would've been hard on him.
i miss him so bad. i never cried this much in my life. i am hurting more than i ever have. i don't want to go on without him. he made our small family of 4 so lively, even at his old age. he was the best dog i've ever had the privilege of meeting and owning.
my gf had owned him since she was 9 and is turning 26 this year. he was her childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood. my heart breaks even more for her.
we feel like a part of us died yesterday and our apartment isn't the same. it's too quiet. i miss his little nails hitting the floor and him licking my hands and feet until they were raw.
i'm likely going to need professional support to help me get through this. but, i wanted to post to ask if anyone else had a sudden death like this? i'm in such shock and pain. if you read this all, thank you. i have so much more to say about him, but i can’t see well through the tears. i want him to live on forever since he was the best.
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he was also so mischievous and explored every square inch of our apartment, looking for a crumb lol.
we had an amazing Memorial Day weekend. him and his brother (11 year old coonhound, Clooney) went on a bunch of walks with us, we had a picnic, we went to a new park. it was so great. and we had no idea that’d be the last weekend we had together…
on May 31, right after feeding him dinner and going outside, Keegan started acting off. he was shaking. i assumed the AC was too low, so i increased the temp and wrapped him up. this didn’t do much to help.
after he wasn’t calming down, i called 2 local ER vets just to be safe. they both said as long as he can sleep and doesn’t progressively get worse, he should be OK until the morning to see his primary doc.
he didn’t get worse, but didn’t get better. his shaking did subside but he began breathing faster. i counted his BPMs and took his temp with a rectal thermometer. his breathing was faster than it should have been & his temp was slightly above what it should have been (103F). he also was "knuckling" his back left leg.
he was able to sleep through the night and woke us up @4AM on June 1. he went outside & he peed and pooped without assistance.
we brought him inside and got ready to feed him and his brother. he was interested in food, but when i put the bowl in front of him, he just stared. i had to hand feed what would be his last meal. at this time it was 6am and i didn't want to wait any longer for his primary doc to open.
we took him to the ER & explained what was going on. they admitted him and the ER doc suspected he may have arthritic flare up, along with a confirmed fever. she started him on fluids and took a chest X Ray to see if he aspirated fluid into his lungs potentially causing pneumonia.
after we dropped him off @7am, we got a call back around 11am. the chest x ray didn't show much significance in his lungs, and his blood work had some lowered white blood cells & some protein levels, but nothing off the charts.
ER doc said a neuro consult would be next and to spend the night to break his fever. we dropped off his medicine to them and about 30mins later, we get another call.
Keegan was declining. his fever was raising & he was deteriorating. we so desperately wanted an in home euthanasia, and the ER doc said we could, but after we see him, we might change our mind. the neuro consult suspected he had some sort of growth on his brain, due to some past issues of excess thirst and urination, which was at bay, which made it all the more confusing.
we thankfully brought his brother along for the ride. they rolled Keegan in and he was in rough shape. he was "not there" and didn't perk up when he saw us. he breathing was more labored than i've ever seen. we didn't want to risk taking him home and putting him through more. at around 3PM, Keegan was peacefully euthanized as his mom (my gf) held him in his arms and i next to her.
it hasn't even been 24hrs, but we are absolutely shocked and devastated. how could this happen so fast? he was in such amazing shape the day before. he didn't get into anything & he had a low key day.
i am feeling all sorts of feelings; guilt, regret, anger, confusion-- all normal i assume. but i never expected i'd lose our boy so fast without warning. they could've done an MRI to confirm a growth in his brain but even so, anesthesia would've been risky and radiology would've been hard on him.
i miss him so bad. i never cried this much in my life. i am hurting more than i ever have. i don't want to go on without him. he made our small family of 4 so lively, even at his old age. he was the best dog i've ever had the privilege of meeting and owning.
my gf had owned him since she was 9 and is turning 26 this year. he was her childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood. my heart breaks even more for her.
we feel like a part of us died yesterday and our apartment isn't the same. it's too quiet. i miss his little nails hitting the floor and him licking my hands and feet until they were raw.
i'm likely going to need professional support to help me get through this. but, i wanted to post to ask if anyone else had a sudden death like this? i'm in such shock and pain. if you read this all, thank you. i have so much more to say about him, but i can’t see well through the tears. i want him to live on forever since he was the best.