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Quoted By: >>17486527 >>17486534 >>17486561
>picture this, February 2nd. Groundhog day. Cold as fuck and just total shit. Goose the cat goes outside like normal. ok, cool. Goose gonna goose. Night rolls, no goose. ok, he's a killer, a hunter. so sometimes he's out a day or so. two days go by. No goose. I'm worried. I'm a hard ass, i don't care much, he'll be home. 4 days. no goose. i can't breathe. I'm not so much a hard ass i guess. a week goes by. tear city. My Goose must either got hit by a car or he got nailed by a fox or coyote or bobcat. two weeks. No goose. I'm crying almost all the time. I can't believe i'm alone now. my goose is gone. I wish i was dead. Ok, I can function if i have a few shots of Russian Standard. I tell the boss I twisted my back. He says ok, feel better, but i'm drunk on the floor. My Goose is gone. How will I survive? I Kot post on bant, hoping maybe i'll get digits, maybe an id. sounds stupid, but that was all i had. so yeah. so this afternoon i hear banging on screen door. open curtain. theres my Goose, dirty wet and bloody. i open door and pick him up. crying of course. i took him to the vet. he is fine, the blood isn't his. so he had a rough 3 months.
so now he's here, i am in a daze. only time i ever got what i prayed for or hoped for. bant my goose is home.
so now he's here, i am in a daze. only time i ever got what i prayed for or hoped for. bant my goose is home.
