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#5 - ajperry
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(05/13/2014) [-]
Remember...who you are....
#2 - zyvac
Reply +74
(05/13/2014) [-]
That's enough internet, time to play with my cats.
That's enough internet, time to play with my cats.
#28 to #2 - Silthrim
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Goes to play with cat, cat looks at you with "Dude, No, **** off" and walks the **** away
#42 to #28 - anon
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Ha. Ha. Ha.
#12 - shadowrated
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(05/14/2014) [-]
and i cry
#35 to #12 - doggydoodooo
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(05/14/2014) [-]
****, now I'm sad...
****, now I'm sad...
#41 to #12 - beardgasm
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(05/14/2014) [-]
This story gets me every time...whoever wrote this deserves a pullizer, or w/e they give authors.
#66 to #12 - flambenobunaga
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(05/14/2014) [-]
It's 6:30 AM dude. I didn't need this to start my morning.
#88 to #12 - anon
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Oh.. my poor hear =(
Oh.. my poor hear =(
#48 to #12 - stealingbikes
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Aw, ****
#23 to #12 - theist
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(05/14/2014) [-]
y u do this to me shadowrated? I was having such a nice day
#1 - christianbartel
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(05/13/2014) [-]
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#6 - alanflindt
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#46 - peterbowser
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(05/14/2014) [-]
It was January 13th, 2003 when I last saw my dog, Charlie.  In early December of 2002, my dad was sick and asked me to go to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up some medicine for him.  I took Charlie with me.  I lived in a mall town in Saskatchewan, and the only thing to do in the town was to go to the arcade.  As I was making my way to the store, some school bullies caught up with me and demanded that I give them money for the arcade.  I told them I didn't have money, and I proceeded to tie Charlie's leash to the lamp post.  During my time inside, the bullies began kicking and abusing Charlie.  By the time I got outside, they had left and Charlie was on his side, whimpering in pain.  Week's later, Charlie wasn't feeling himself.  He was limping and was refusing to get up or move around.  My family had no idea what was going on with him, we assumed he was still sore from his attackers.  On January 13th, my mother told me she was taking Charlie to the vet while I went to school.  I ran like Wally West all the way back home, only to find my mom in the kitchen shaking her head at me as I asked her if Charlie was alright.  Charlie got a cut on his front left leg, which was infected from the ice/snow.  The muscle was being eaten away by the virus, and would soon spread through out his entire body.  If we brought him in sooner, we could have caught it.  I was thirteen.  Today, at the age of twenty-three, I wish I could ask him for forgiveness.  My selfishness cause him so much pain.   Weeks later, my family bought a new dog.  A Toy Poodle named Pnut, which he is still with us.  One day, and this is not a word of a lie, Pnut began barking loudly at the closed door which lead to the room where Charlie spent his last days.  I began to cry.  I would like to think that Charlie's spirit was in that room, and that Pnut could sense it. I was never able to say goodbye to Charlie, but I believe that he came back so we could.  I love you Charlie.  Good boy.
It was January 13th, 2003 when I last saw my dog, Charlie. In early December of 2002, my dad was sick and asked me to go to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up some medicine for him. I took Charlie with me. I lived in a mall town in Saskatchewan, and the only thing to do in the town was to go to the arcade. As I was making my way to the store, some school bullies caught up with me and demanded that I give them money for the arcade. I told them I didn't have money, and I proceeded to tie Charlie's leash to the lamp post. During my time inside, the bullies began kicking and abusing Charlie. By the time I got outside, they had left and Charlie was on his side, whimpering in pain. Week's later, Charlie wasn't feeling himself. He was limping and was refusing to get up or move around. My family had no idea what was going on with him, we assumed he was still sore from his attackers. On January 13th, my mother told me she was taking Charlie to the vet while I went to school. I ran like Wally West all the way back home, only to find my mom in the kitchen shaking her head at me as I asked her if Charlie was alright. Charlie got a cut on his front left leg, which was infected from the ice/snow. The muscle was being eaten away by the virus, and would soon spread through out his entire body. If we brought him in sooner, we could have caught it. I was thirteen. Today, at the age of twenty-three, I wish I could ask him for forgiveness. My selfishness cause him so much pain. Weeks later, my family bought a new dog. A Toy Poodle named Pnut, which he is still with us. One day, and this is not a word of a lie, Pnut began barking loudly at the closed door which lead to the room where Charlie spent his last days. I began to cry. I would like to think that Charlie's spirit was in that room, and that Pnut could sense it. I was never able to say goodbye to Charlie, but I believe that he came back so we could. I love you Charlie. Good boy.
#65 to #46 - anon
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(05/14/2014) [-]
top kek
#79 to #46 - butiloveu ONLINE
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Not your fault.
I hope this bullies sell fires by now, for the rest of their lives.
#86 to #46 - garymotherfingoak
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(05/14/2014) [-]
if sure he forgives you.
#87 to #46 - dafogman
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(05/14/2014) [-]
**** those bullies.  I hope they die of a painful infection.     
When I was young, unbeknownst to me my kitty was run over in a parking lot across the street from my house.  I found out the next day when my friends said a kid was sticking a stick in his mouth and messing with it as it lay there dieing.  I was ******* pissed I found the asshole and punched him square in the nose breaking it.  I got in trouble but I didn't care.  That was for my cat.  How you can be cruel to an animal is beyond me.
**** those bullies. I hope they die of a painful infection.
When I was young, unbeknownst to me my kitty was run over in a parking lot across the street from my house. I found out the next day when my friends said a kid was sticking a stick in his mouth and messing with it as it lay there dieing. I was ******* pissed I found the asshole and punched him square in the nose breaking it. I got in trouble but I didn't care. That was for my cat. How you can be cruel to an animal is beyond me.
#91 to #87 - soldiertwo ONLINE
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(05/14/2014) [-]
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#54 to #46 - soldiertwo ONLINE
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(05/14/2014) [-]
just who the **** kicks an animal tired just because the owner didn't wan't to give them ******* money...
#64 to #54 - anon
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Fairly ordinary people, unfortunately.
#47 to #46 - stealingbikes
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Jesus man that story AND that gif??

I'm on feels overload already
#15 - bakinboy ONLINE
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(05/14/2014) [-]
feel with me, brothers
#36 to #15 - thememegod ONLINE
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(05/14/2014) [-]
My dog ran off last december. I hope shes still alive and got through winter.

I miss you Toots.
#17 to #15 - raideoactivepilot
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#11 - iphony
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#67 - meiverona
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(05/14/2014) [-]
Here is a picture of Mogwai. He's just came home with me today, and currently hiding under the sofa. I hope we have a happy and long time together
#68 to #67 - sirfapaton
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(05/14/2014) [-]
He's cute.
#74 to #67 - hahahaheidi
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(05/14/2014) [-]
He's adorable! Good luck with him