JJBA Oneshots

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TRIGGER WARNING: PET DEATH(graphic), SADNESS, HIGHKEY JUST HAVING A BAD TIME.

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I hate all of these authors notes I've been doing lately, but oh well.

My week has been pretty bad. This doesn't excuse my laziness with writing and publishing before last sunday, but I'd just like to update y'all on what's going on in my life and probably why I won't be writing for at least another week. I have various oneshot drafts and some half-written ones just in my notes so hopefully when I get the urge to write I'll get a few done at a time. Jotaro Kujo; Step Up Part Three is almost done, so when anything gets published that will probably be first.

Anyways, on March 30th my hamster died. I had her for eleven months, not even a full year, and to be fair the pet store I got her from didn't even tell me her age to begin with. As you may or may not know, hamsters life-spans(as well as most rodents), are incredibly short. Three years is usually max. Although I didn't know how old she was, around six months ago I'd say, she started growing little grey hairs around her face. It hit me especially hard because even though I knew her time was coming, I hadn't expected it yet. I was at least hoping she would make it to her Gotcha Day(the day I adopted her), April 3rd. She didn't. On the night of March 30th, it took me nearly an hour to remove my eternally-sleeping furbaby from her cage, into the box we brought her home in, to bury her, because of how badly I was crying. I put her favorite toys in with her, some pieces of blanket I had laying over her cage that she obliderated, some treats and the rest of her seed mix that I only had a little left of. In the pouring rain, at nearly 2AM; my boyfriend, my sibling and I buried her. Her name was Cupcake.

On April 2nd, one of our outside cats was attacked by a neighbors dog. My family and I live in the country side, so we often get alot of strays. Alot of them come and go, but this one, along with a few others, stayed. He was blind in one eye, and was a sweet, friendly loving orange kitty. He was with us for a while, but if I'm being honest I don't even know for how long. Probably around a year.

After the attack, he ran up under a shed and it took nearly six hours for him to come out from underneath. Both of his legs were ultimately broken, from what we could see physically. It was around 10pm at this time. We all ran outside and he was scared shitless, to say the least. He let me sit down next to him and pet him, but when my sibling started approaching he started freaking out. I'll never forget pulling him into my lap and holding him like a baby until he felt safe again. We put him in a kennel, and my sibling and I took care of him the whole night.

We took him to the vet when they opened up at 8AM, April 3rd. I didn't get any sleep. She said they didn't know if they'd be able to fix his legs, but he seemed okay, he didn't seem to be in much pain.

He had to be put down April 4th. I won't go into it much because its much more graphic than what was depicted above, but he had alot of internal damage that showed up on the x-ray's. It would cost 3,000$ for surgery, but money wasn't an issue. My family would've scrounged up every last penny to pay for his surgeries. Apart from internal injuries, they could fix one leg, but the other one was far from saving. As for the one they could 'fix', a stint would be put into his leg and it would have to be replaced every ten days until it fully healed. He'd also have a bag attatched to his leg for drainage, that had to be poured out every few hours.

We were all ready to take on this responsibility of taking care of a disabled cat, until the vet said his quality of life would be 0%. We made the unfortunate decision to put him down. His name was Ginger, but we called him Jimmy.

I cried the entire day.

Meanwhile all this was happening, in under a week, I was having a pregnancy scare. I have been with my boyfriend longterm, and we do engage regularly, although I made the smart decision to go on birth control over three years ago. I had been having symptoms, bleeding, cramping, back pain, sickness, the whole wrap. Some of the symptoms were unusual since I am on birth control, and I do not have regular periods so it was hard to judge off of that. Everybody was convinced I was pregnant. I took a home test, but the results were confusing.

I went to a doctor today and got professional results. Not pregnant, thankfully. Although I feel babies are a blessing my partner and I are neither mature enough, or in a financial situation to have a child. Thank gosh it was negative.

Needless to say, my week has been pretty rough. I just needed to vent, honestly, so thank you for reading if you've come this far. I know none of you come here for my life story or whatever, but you're all such nice supportive people, and I just really needed to get this all out.

Thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting on my story. I love each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. Please, stay safe❤