this message may be offensive
(tw: for just plain sadness and gore)
okay so yesterday one of my kittens went missing, and i only realized this at like nine at night. i was scared but optimistic, we would find it tomorrow, it would be alright.
i just woke up to my sister telling her son she had found him in our backyard with his head and front arms ripped off, our dog had gotten to him. i don't know who i feel worse for.
my sister, who had found him? my nephew, who had loved him? my cat (the mother) who would now be missing one-third of her first litter? the two other kittens, who were now missing a brother?
or for my brother-in-laws mentally ill nephew, who we had promised to give the kitten to. he had named him milo, and we were going to give him in a few weeks. they even got photos that my sister ironically took, printed out.
should i feel bad for?
i fucking hate animals, man. they fucking take my love and die. this is is why you stay cold and heartless.peace out.
