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Cutlery said:

Doesn't have to be that way. And I wholeheartedly encourage everyone not to.

Clear out some space in the fridge and feed real meat, bones and organs and see the difference. No tumors, no bad breath, no fucked up teeth, no teeth brushing, amazingly soft coat, and happier dogs.

Been feeding my dogs raw for 15 years now, and my sister about 12. Will never do anything else. Once you realize those dry brown rocks are just McDonalds for your dog, you can't go back.

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How is your sister handling the raw diet? Seems a little risky for a human.

Burren said:

Koushirou You doing OK this week?

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It's sucked. While I've had pets before over the years, this is the first one that I've actually had to live daily with the loss. Furlough passed at a time when my whole family happened to be back together (I was in college, brother was living in his own place now, parents were both overseas, Furlough stayed with my uncle at my parents' house), so once he was gone I was back in college and didn't have to notice him not being there every day. Chase and Ziva both lived with my parents after I got my first job out of college and moved away, so same thing there.

With Sansa, every little thing is a reminder: I'd always have to wait to close the office when going to bed because she loved sleeping in there and wouldn't leave on her own until she heard the bedtime treats come out. Having to have her own little treat session in another room because Arya will steal them otherwise. Going to sleep, shortly after I'd get into bed, she'd hop up and check on me and lick my face before curling up next to me. Only making one bowl for breakfast and dinner, now. After breakfast she'd wait by the office door for me to open it and then bound up onto the window sills as I opened the blinds for the day. Sometimes I'll just shake the can of whipped cream, hoping she'd come sauntering into the kitchen to yell at me for some. She fucking loved whipped cream and knew the sound instantly. While I'd be at my desk, she'd be sleeping in my old chair and every now and then would stretch out and I'd just see these cute little paws or maybe even her face peek out from behind the chair; sometimes I think I still see them out of the corner of my eye.

This fucking sucks and certainly hasn't helped my already deteriorating mood. This was supposed to be a better year than last year. In just over half a year, I've gone from a family of 5 to a family of 2. Seems every time I start to make some progress, something new just comes and sets me back even more. She should have gotten to enjoy so much more life. Fuck.