All Dogs Go To Heaven (less importantly, the fate of nations)

[netgirl_y2k]

After chopping and changing almost hourly for the last fortnight I made up my mind in the voting booth. My head said vote No; you've made your point, and they're offering Devo Max, which is what you would have voted for had it been on the ballot. My heart said what the hell; fortune favours the bold.

So Yes it was.

Then again, in the last general election I voted for the Lib Dems, so I've got form for voting for people who talk the good talk then turn out to be lying liars who lie.

Not unlike Jon Snow, I know nothing.

Although I'm not sure I should really be allowed a vote. Last night I drank two huge bottles of 7% Belgian beer on an empty stomach and strong antibiotics, and accidentally bought three hundred quid's worth of non-refundable flights to Munich.

This was because my beloved dog Eustace was put down yesterday because of a brain tumour. Eustance was -- I want to say he was a good dog, but he really wasn't. I've had dogs all my life and Eustace was genuinely the worst dog I have ever owned. I'd rescued him, and he was a menace from the day I brought him home and he tried to eat next door's prize winning pomeranian to last week when he decided he'd like to live in the car. Despite this, or maybe because of it (I was the only one who loved him, so I had to love him all the harder) this has really, properly devastated me in a way that no other pet I've lost has.

I know it's boring looking at pictures of other people's dead pets, so I'll put it under the cut, but it's a cute picture of him and there's a mug on his head, so...





So I'm off to try to cheer myself up in Munich. Whether I want to or not, really. Did I mention these tickets are non-refundable? Anyone know the city? Things I should see/do/drink?

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[fyrdrakken]

Early in the year one of my cats who was FeLV+ suddenly went active on his virus and died over the course of just a few weeks. It really hurt because he was so young -- not even two yet, in a house with elderly cats who have been living with various conditions for years -- and because he had been so clearly abused before turning up in our backyard and so very cautiously beginning to trust us after a rough start in life. (After he died, my mother said, "Well, at least it's not like he was one of our *real* cats." I was not pleased with her for the remark.) So yes, I get the thing where sometimes it hurts more that such a hard-to-love pet died.

And I'd heard the thing about not letting yourself make major purchases in the immediate aftermath of a loss -- but I've also heard that the expenditures that people generally consider having been most worth the money are for experiences rather than objects (vacations and fine dining and such). So I congratulate you on your choice of grief-spending.