always expect the unexpected. That way when evil shit happens it won't be such a big surprise.
Sentience is a bitch as they say, but it seems part of the human condition that all you say is true. But our furry, feathered friends, who don't obsess as we do, just keep marching on, yet it seems they miss the utter joys we have the chance for. Blessings, my good friend. I think we are!
I'm risking as little as possible. I hope you have more tolerance for risk than I. And I think every animal I've spent time around has felt every bit as much as any human, maybe more acutely, maybe more sensitively. But I was raised by humans.
So we're supposed to risk stuff? I can't just sit on the couch with a cold one?
This reads like one of dose motivational posters. What's next? A poster of a single set of foot prints in the sand? I may not be a WWJD moment, but I'd carry you piggyback across the sand anytime you step on a jellyfish, just to get you to Oblio's in time for happy hour.
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