Sunday, 18 October 2009

Poor bloody Dodger

One of my rats died on Friday night - not a big thing you may think, but the little buggers were my wife's pets and even though I didn't like them much they were my last tangible link to her.

I've kept them and fed them since she died, and to see little Artful Dodger dead in the cage yesterday morning really hurt - never again will he leap up to beg for food as soon as he hears my voice.

What a complete cunt life is sometimes.


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Post what you like - I'm thick skinned and not easily offended (though Zionists may be deleted without mercy)