As the old saying goes…I can’t even.
Danielle Fishel (i.e. the actress who played Topanga on Boy Meets World, for those unaware), recently lost her dog Anna after 13.5 years of companionship. Anna struggled with kidney problems in the second half of her life, and eventually had a stroke and kidney failure that required Anna to be down last night. In a heartfelt eulogy, Danielle describes their last days together:
Monday, January 7th was the last time she ate. Dog food, chicken, beef, eggs, peanut butter, and even [her favorite] cheese repulsed her. She started vomiting in the morning.We checked her kidney values and they had skyrocketed since September.We hospitalized her hoping that an IV with fluids and medicine might flush her kidneys out and give her the strength she needed to bounce back. She never did. My lioness’ body was shutting down and after all she had given to me, my final gift to her was relieving her of any pain. I held my angel in my arms last night and put her down. We were at home.She was wrapped in a blanket and all of my love.She was calm and at peace. She was ready to see me walk this world as an adult without her. I cannot imagine life without my little girl.
Anna, thank you for holding my hand for the last 13.5 years. We grew up together and became adults together. You taught me responsibility, selflessness, and so much more. I already miss your garbage breath, your incessant need for belly scratches, your impossibly soft fur, the sound of your collar as you walk across the room, your bark, your kisses, your snoring, and most of all, staring into your eyes and telling you “I love you,” over and over again. Your blanket will remain at the top of the couch and the left side of the bed will always be yours. Life will never be the same without you but you’ve prepared me well. I will go forward and be a lioness, just as you would have wanted.
LTMC: This, without a doubt, beats all the things. I’m never getting work done again.
Meet the Peacock spider (Maratus volans) - a species of jumping spider native to eastern Australia. Only 5mm in length, it is only the males that have this bright colouring.
The males also have extensions on their abdomen that can be folded down. They use these to display their colours and markings to females, earning them their name of ‘peacock’. The male will first raise his abdomen, then raise his flaps forming a veritable field of colour. The male will then vibrate his raised legs and tail and dance from one side to another in an attempt to impress the female. [x]
I’ll translate, I speak peacock spider:
LTMC: Lovely colors, and fascinating creatures.
With one presidential and VP debate behind us, I’m disappointed that the candidates continue to dodge the real issues.
For instance: I would like to see the candidates debate how cute this panda cub is. I think it would reveal more about their political ideology than any discussion about tax rates. But more importantly: we would get to break during the debates to watch videos of panda cubs. And that’s change I can believe in.
From my Facebook feed.
Feeling down today? How about baby elephant hugs?
Would you like one of those?
Yeah, yeah you would.
Superior life form.
Seriously. Don’t make it weird.
This is Daisy. She’s a Black Lab with a capacity to love that is inversely proportionate to her common sense. And frankly, her capacity to love knows no bounds.
Daisy helped me get through high school. It didn’t matter how crappy of a day I had, who I managed to disappoint, or what terrible thing I’d managed to do, she didn’t care. Daisy was just as happy to see me every time I walked in the door. It meant the world to me.
I’m not saying any of this to you to make some broader philosophical point about the ethical equivalence between animals and humans. When it comes to animal ethics, I’m in that class of people who eats meat, but thinks Peter Singer probably had a point.
The only really point I want to make is that I love this dog, and I’ll be sad when she dies. She’s getting older now, and I know that the older she gets, the more likely it is that she’ll start having issues; the sort of issues that make it more humane to put her to sleep than to let her suffer. But I don’t like thinking about it. In the same that I don’t like thinking about anyone close to me suffering and/or dying.
I guess the most concrete point I can make is this: family pets really do become a part of the family. I love that dog. Maybe a little too much. But I guess when you really care about something, it always tends to feel that way.
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