Warm greetings to everyone! I hope you're doing well, staying safe and surrounded by love and care.
I would like to talk a little about something that is probably not accepted on the site. I want to talk to you about death. Are you afraid of it? Or are you interested in it? How do you fight fear if it's present?
I think active users of the site remember that exactly a year ago on April 28th I lost my Era. And now damn April comes again and again takes away my second love.
On April 2, my second dog named Felix went to the rainbow. We called him Fenya :)
He was very angry, little and gremlin-like, but very cute❤️
Dogs prefer to live in packs. It was our little happy flock, in which I was like Mowgli - a child of nature - the leader. Since childhood, I have been very autistic and antisocial.
I preferred street cats and dogs to people. I fed them, looked after, hid in the entrance from the weather.
My dogs were much more than just pets to me. My psychologist says that due to a personality disorder and complete indifference to children (motherhood is not at all interesting to me and I fundamentally do not plan to have children), my psyche perceived my dogs as children. And I agree with her, these were my children.
It's not hard to break a person into pieces, I'm telling you that.
@penny @lust @missy
