As someone whose husband had her dog put down — yes, HER dog, from long before the marriage or even the meeting of--after driving her to long-term inpatient rehab with his narcissistic evil ways, without even telling her or asking her or fucking her with a chainsaw first, I affirm your right to make whatever decision you make and fuck everyone else because I never recovered from having my Sassy-girl ripped from my arms.

Yep. Her name was Sass. ❤

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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