Treatment of animals

I will never understand how anyone could let their dog get into such bad shape, other than old age or genetic problems, that it cannot be fixed. How can you let the loyal best friend who loves you walk around with a freaking huge gash in his paw and finally come to the vet after a week saying, "Oh no, he's fine." That just blows my mind.

Some people don't like that we euthanize animals but sometimes it can't be helped. Do you have the money, that an adoring parent didn't, to do back surgery on a 5 year old Dachshund? I certainly don't, and I won't tell a parent that they have to watch their baby suffer until they die of old age or a random accident. I think that every case must be taken into consideration but complete negligence is unacceptable. I personally believe that if a pet parent has neglected their pet, to the point of euthanasia, the parent should be euthanized, too. I just don't get how people can walk around happy and free knowing that their best friend is in pain when they can do something about it.

Favorite Poem

This is by far my favorite of all of the poems that I have scratched out on paper. There was a boy named Johnathan Bruda in my high school who had an enlarged heart and one day, during track practice, it burst and he was lost. I wrote this about a month after this tragic event blasted my school to its knees.

Pointless Mass

I have been the comic relief of everyone’s life but mine. 

Inside there’s a waging war with bombs but I’m fine. 

No need to worry about little old me, 

I have shackles and chains but everyone’s free. 

The pain and the hurt you cannot comprehend. 

Everything else can go on but I want to end. 

Continue on as you were before you met this strange child. 

The jungle is never calm because it is always wild. 

The city lights weren’t for me as no one can plainly see, 

But then neither is the wide-open country. 

Don’t take notice of the crumpled body in the corner. 

She’ll be alright. No need to call the coroner. 

That isn’t blood on the floor but wine. 

Just keep walking in your line. 

Ignore the loss of life and continue on with yours. 

The morgue is beneath all your floors. 

Your days will go on. You will still breathe. 

Many things will happen that you cannot conceive. 

The war will eventually finish its bout. 

The blood will eventually stop its spout. 

The open blood vessels will close on their own 

And this insignificant body will die all alone.

First things first

     Before we begin here, I would just like for all of you to know, I have no idea what I'm doing. I have a very vague vision of what I want my future to be but that's about it. I don't normally plan to do things, just kinda jump right on in.

     My favorites-color:green; food-spaghetti; candy-anything sour; drink-Dr.Pepper or Apple Juice; animal-tigers and dolphins; and author-Laurell K. Hamilton or Tamora Pierce.

     My entire family will tell you I'm evil but anyone else who has met me will inform you that I am a perfect angel. I don't really know what that says about me, but I'm mostly comfortable with my life. For a large majority of my high school and a little after, people thought I was at least kind of bi-curious but I am now happily married to my husband.

     I don't really know what made me want to add this blog to all the things I have to keep tabs on but here we are. I have many things to share, from poems I wrote in high school to political(not really all that important) views. I guess this is just going to become my very own personal journal with which I can share my world with all of you if there is anyone out there.