My little bird spread her wings and so so peacefully left us yesterday. She was warm, her belly full of salmon and steak, surrounded by friends and family and by the kind of love that makes goodbye possible. She passed away velcro’d to my chest, being held close and tight by mama.
Pigeon was eighteen. She would have been with me seven years in February. For nearly all of that time, she was glued to my body. I slept with her pulled tight into my chest every night. If I loosened my grip, she would whimper until I gathered her back in, to remind me that closeness was not optional. She gave me the clinginess I had always begged Possum for, honestly.
Possum was my baby too, obviously, but she was her own creature. She was independent, decisive. When she was done with me, she would tuck herself into bed or choose a distant spot on the couch. Pigeon never chose distance. She chose touch, every time.
Pigeon took care of me after Possum died. Possum’s death was traumatic but Pigeon stayed. She stayed longer than she probably wanted to. She kept me going. She gave me something to care for when caring felt impossible. I cannot believe both of my girls are gone now. No min pins to boss me around. No small bodies to snuggle into mine at night.
I know Possum is greeting her with so many kisses, licking her stinky teeth, until it’s time to harass someone for food.
I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by Pigeon. Caring for her as a senior was the greatest honor. She was funny and smart and demanding as hell. And I’ll miss her and cry for her every single day. Just like I do Possum. It’s so fucking hard.
I love you Pigeon, Pidgey girl, my little bird, my pidgenie weenie. I promise to find you in every life.
Kiss and hug your babies for me and consider fostering/adopting seniors in honor of my girl. ♥️
Tuesday morning I lost my baby, my soul mate, my best friend. I’ll miss her and hurt for her forever. Nothing can fill this garbage rat sized hole in my heart. I can’t believe I’ll never rub my nose on her soft little ears or my cheek on her head. I'll never kiss her belly or squeeze her tight while we sleep. She’ll never bark at me for food or ignore me while she's sunbathing, or wiggle and whimper to greet me after a long day (or a trip to the grocery store).
Every second I had with Possum was an absolute honor and I’ll never recover from losing her.
Possy I love you forever ♾️ I’ll be with you in my dreams and in every lifetime to come.
I put her story in the comments because I can't figure out how else to do it. I'd love to hear your favorite memories of Possum in the comments if you can 💔
Can I be vulnerable here? I tried putting this beauty on the grid yesterday but not one person liked it so I’m begging y’all to do better. Please don’t let this little princess down…again.
Happy 2024! The year I make $500 million, meet my soulmate and have 3 daughters. If I don’t get back to you it’s because I’m busy with one of those things.
Happy Halloween! Great day to subscribe to my free substack (link in bio)! Some reviews have been “the horniest substack” and also “revolutionary” and also “I gasped at hot Tobias”🕺💙
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ATTENZIONE! I’ve gone off the rails and am sharing the chronicles of those 6 months I had Doms (plural) on Substack. I’m going to post weekly but the very first one I posted yesterday. If any of that interests you, read and LOL at me. Otherwise plz stay far, far away. All I ask is that if you’re tickled by my writing, please give your girl a little like/comment/subscribe on Substack and/or ❤️🔥share❤️🔥with a pal who may enjoy! Dealers choice! Actually I think that makes me the dealer. So do it all! (Slide 2: is a photo of my outfit from the night👀)
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Final warning, unlike that outfit, it’s rated R like sex and nipple clamps R. Ok, I warned you.
Poppin’ in to solidify my vibe for the grid (single mom who hosts a retirement home for her geriatric dogs and the stress sometimes sends her to the ER yet she also happens to shred both vocally and on the keys [last slide])
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