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Koushirou said:

Two years ago, I caught a kitten living under the drain in a retaining pond near my house. Named him Bruce for the handsomeness of Bruce Wayne and for his ability to fly through the air like Batman (usually to knock food out of my hand). Today I had to give him up as part of my divorce agreement. Will never get to hear his little trill again or find out if he ever grows out of his baby voice and may never get to say goodbye one day when his time comes and it breaks my fucking heart. Going to miss him so much.


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There's still hope.

My ex wanted the dog to go with the kids - back and forth. That lasted all of exactly one night. Turns out the dog ain't a fan of being away from the master in a strange place. She got dropped off the next morning and lived out the rest of her days with me.

I required her to take the cat with her - but the new cuck already had 2 cats, and they were none too keen on the new guy encroaching on their territory. He's also an outdoor cat, and the ex wouldn't let him out anymore since she was afraid he'd never come back. The kids eventually told me "Jack's pretty miserable, he's got scratches all over his face, and the other cats won't let him out of a corner of the living room."

I hate the little fucker, but nothing should have to live like that, so I told the ex I'd take him back too, where he gets to come and go as he pleases and murder as many small animals as his little heart desires. When the ex came over one day to drop off a present for the kid or something, as soon as he saw her he climbed inside the couch and refused to come out the rest of the day.



Don't give up hope. Your ex is a lazy, selfish fuckwit. There's a solid chance you get Bruce back somewhere along the way.