“True character is revealed in the choices a human being makes under pressure - the greater the pressure, the deeper the revelation, the truer the choice to the character’s essential nature. But this? Using scissors to cut off the tip of a slice of pizza? I don’t know what this is. ”
My dog Max died today. He was almost 19 years old, and mostly deaf, and pretty blind, and still so, so dumb. I joked a lot that I thought he was too dumb to die, as any other dog that lost his sight, hearing, the occasional use of his back legs, and sense of shame that one would expect when using your bed for a toilet would surely have just nature take its course.
But not Max. He waddled along with the dopey grin on his face. But it had reached a certain point where it would’ve been cruel to keep him around for no other reason than he had always been around.
So last night we cooked him his own steak, and he ate it with the few remaining teeth he had left, and had a lovely day. And today he went to the doctor and now he can get to work on his life’s ambition of sleeping all the time.
He was a Good Dog. He will be missed.
An incomplete list of time travelers who have died attempting to prevent the invention of the e-cigarette