I took my beloved Blue pup to vet today cuz she's been acting strange, to find out she has an enlarged heart and congestive heart failure and could literally drop dead at any moment. He gave me some meds for her, I just feel so bad, like I don't even wanna grow cannabis. If I had friends here whose shoulders I could cry on, I would, but I don't, not really. Pretty much of a loner and I can't stand phoniness and straight mentality--"Oh, it'll be ok": no, it won't. I told her on the drive home (vet's 20 miles away) that she's prolly my most beloved comrade, what a great dog she is, that I don't want her to keel over. But I know I have to accept whatever is gonna come, cuz there ain't no life without death following after.
It's funny to feel so intimate on various levels with you all: some of you are legal, but many of you are outlaws like me, and it's a special bond we share through our perceived criminality (if we got caught). Life just looks kinda washed out right now... broken heart...
It's funny to feel so intimate on various levels with you all: some of you are legal, but many of you are outlaws like me, and it's a special bond we share through our perceived criminality (if we got caught). Life just looks kinda washed out right now... broken heart...
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