f this that and everything

It's one of the downsides of my work, that I often work with arseholes. I'm a miner, not a proctologist. But still. The other downsides include you'll miss moments like this. We thought it would be soon, we were planning accordingly. But shit just accelerated a bit fast. Life (and death) does that.

I was unable to get home to be with her in her final moments. And between us cats, this is just blatant void screaming. It's been an influenza ridden wankfest of a swing at work, full of hard yakka and denied raises (but with the bonus of doing the work, that the raise would be tied to). We were fortunate, my lady was able to be there, arrange a vet visit, and ensure she passed smoothly and painlessly. The last debt, owed a pet.

A lovely dog, Peggy. No two ways about it. Loved people more than food, and only really liked our kid when it was dinner time/post-dinner-mess clean up duties.

Easy to miss a dog as calm and sweet and lovely and dumb as a bag of rocks, as she was. Sleep well pup.