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David
25 October 2030 @ 12:09 pm
As much as I love to give away art, I can't really afford to do so all willy nilly. I'll gift art, because I love doing that, and I'll draw what inspires me, but a few people have messaged me over the past few weeks asking about a bunch of requests. Help a brother out and buy a few illustrations. I'd like to be able to afford grad school. :P And that nice Honda CBR1000RR I've been trying to save up for.

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David
01 May 2011 @ 11:22 pm


AMERICA, FUCK YEAH.
 
 
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David
14 February 2011 @ 12:36 am
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David
10 February 2011 @ 11:50 pm


Gonna do everyone in the cast in this style. I'm very happy with it so far.
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David
06 February 2011 @ 01:36 am
 
ugh, I can't wait to get a real job.
 
 
 
David
01 January 2011 @ 11:21 pm
happy new years :3
 
 
 
David
25 December 2010 @ 01:35 pm
Merry Christmas and happy eat chinese-and-go-to-the-movies day for all my non-Christian friends.

Got away with a PS3 this year. Yeaaahhhhhhh :D

What'd you all get?
 
 
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David
20 December 2010 @ 03:10 pm


Hello, I've been expecting you
Dear Angel, for my friend
All these years, without such tears
But the time it seemed to bend
Time rolling in the autumn leaves
Time following my side
Time running through the grass and trees
And nipping at my stride

I know, I've been expecting you
Dear Angel, for my friend
She's grown tired, weak and droopy-eyed
And her body needs to mend
The Lord gave you the keys to render
My dear friend's health anew
Under one condition, you have me promise
That she come follow you

So as you lead my gentle friend
Across the river Lethe
Please pet her on the head for me
And watch over me beneath
For when I expire some day away
And travel past the fog
I know I'll be in Heaven
For I am with my dog



May 20, 1999 - December 20, 2010


I wrote this poem and took the picture about an hour or two before she died. We had said all weekend that if she didn't improve by Monday, the vet (who we have now switched out from, but that is another long, very aggravating story) said we should put her down. All morning we were petting her, telling her we loved her, I even helped my dad make paw print impressions in plaster of her two front paws. My father called the new vet at around 11 to make arrangements to come in to euthanize her, and they were very welcoming and apologetic and gave us a 2pm appointment. We were hoping she went by then.

1:40 comes around, and I help my dad wrap her in the blanket she was resting on and he carried her to the car to take her in. Before they even had the chance to pull out of the driveway (my sister and I were following in the other car), she died in my father's arms. She didn't want to leave the house. She didn't want to make us do it. My parents are on their way to the pet crematory in Hamilton. We'll get her ashes back Wednesday, my dad's going back to view it in the morning and take her home.

Good girl, Lacey. I love you so much. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. I tried, I really did. Sleep well now, sweetie.
 
 
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David
18 December 2010 @ 02:26 pm
Dog's not doing well... drooling all over the place. Still not eating. I don't think she'll make it through the weekend. May have to make a decision on Monday.

I should have just left well enough alone. All of this shit didn't start until I took her to the vet in October.
 
 
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David
18 December 2010 @ 12:57 am
Whatever your denomination, if you even have one, please keep my dog Lacey in your prayers. She has a bad infection and is coming home tomorrow after two days at the animal hospital. She's lost 15 pounds, but way too quickly, the vet said. We're not sure of her prognosis and won't be until the blood work goes through and she starts eating again, if she starts eating again. She's such a good girl.

I sat in the vet's office crying and holding her today when I went to visit. She had an IV line hooked up and everything, like a little old lady. My poor baby.

I'd rather wake up and find her dead than have to decide to put her down. I don't want to have to make that decision. I want God to do that for me.

Why do pet deaths feel worse than people deaths?
 
 
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