uncaringmachine

Yep, that's the way I feel lately. Why, you may or may not ask? It's because of Tippy. Tippy my pet groundhog. Yes, I have.....sorry.....HAD a pet groundhog. We used to do everything together. Go biking, takes baths, eat from the same plate.......ah Tippy. But then IT happened. I came home a few days ago with my arms full of groceries, and when I came in the kitchen, I just dropped all of the stuff I was carrying straight to the floor, eyes aghast with shock. There was.....was.......Tippy, lying on her back beside the oven, a bottle of my anti depressants beside her head with a few pills strewn across the floor. I fell to my knees, looked up at the gods with a fist held high and yelled at the top of my lungs "TIIIPPPPYYYYY!!!!!" I felt so defeated, as if out best years were ahead, if not for this tragic accident. Or was it an accident? Tippy had been known to explore her surroundings a little too much when I was at work, but I could have SWORN that I put her in her cage before I left in the morning. Did Chris have a hand in this? He hated Tippy. I knew that much. I even questioned him about it, but he denies everything. Did Tippy have more in common with me than I even knew, and had she taken that bottle of pills to end her miserable chubby little groundhoggy existence? Now I'll never know. Oh Tippy, we hardly knew ye. Oh, and that story was complete bullshit, but it COULD have happened. Somewhere out there is a Tippy, desiring a life much better than the one she is currently burdened with. I pour out a forty in your honor Tippy!!!!