Phil took his hand-held pads and began to
walk with his saunter-like slow stroll type pace. As he moved towards me, he took his right
padded hand and put the tip of the pad to just under his nose. He carried his left padded hand and held it
to his chest. Phil closed his eyes as he
did all this simultaneously, and with his eyes almost looking like either a
long held blink. Or what he thought I
understood. But now he had to explain this
me. It was just short of an eyeroll. Which I knew was not aimed at me. It was because even Phil hated the idea that
people could be so ill-willed and callous, to someone that never aimed harm in
their direction. Yet, he saw how I was
perceived. He got it. Phil really did.
My friend since 1996, neighbor and pet care person texted back, "It's the hardest thing...". She texted back the morning just hours prior to my decision to have our last pet euthanized. It's not something I'd ever done. Although I've been told I have a killer instinct. Which I've discovered over the past 20 years that would be true. A promoter said that to my fight coach after my first cage fight. The promoter saw the charged smile on my face after I'd just lost to a decision. I am disciplined, so thank God for that. My feeling is we all have that, but not the amount I've discovered I have, and most certainly most do not have the obsessive level of discipline I have had or have. Fast forward to yesterday afternoon holding our bunny for quite sometime before her sedation in a veterinary treatment room. About 20 minutes later the vet and vet tech arrived finding a spot to inject a sedative into our pet bunny. They said it would take ten minutes, th...

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