it did get rlly awful to witness. he had such a rapid deterioration at the end, for a couple of weeks he was particularly bad with his wandering in circles while crying. it used to be that when the back of his body collapsed u could set him on his feet and he'd be able to go on walking again, but then suddenly overnight that wasn't the case. at like midnight he collapsed shaking and was able to get up once or twice after that but then he couldnt even with support and was just shaking, panting and crying
i had to take him to be put down bcus nobody else could bear to do it, id been saying this was coming for a while but they didnt want to thinkabout that
even though i cried and felt guilty for ages, but as i argued then, it would have been cruel to force him to keep going. he was full of tumors and too old to operate on.
he was a pretty quiet dog, but then he'd bark loudly and for ages at stupid stuff like waking himself up with his own fart, lmao
exactly. like wow way to 1) be disgusting and sexist to her while you're attempting to 2) have what could've been a legitimate critique of the language of empowerment being applied to what can in some cases be categorized as softcore porn
Among the upper class in 18th-century pre-Victorian Britain, pubic hair from one's lover was frequently collected as a souvenir. The curls were, for instance, worn like cockades in men's hats as potency talismans, or exchanged among lovers as tokens of affection.[15] The museum of St. Andrews University in Scotland has in its collection a snuffbox full of pubic hair of one of King George IV's mistresses, possibly Elizabeth Conyngham, which the notoriously licentious monarch donated to the Fife sex club, The Beggar's Benison.[15]
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