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Why is there always death around?

OOc: Excuse my maudlin-ness. My dog died and I'm feeling shitty about it. So I'm using Em to deal in RP.

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Think it's got somethin' t'do with the fact we all breathe, and all stop breathin' one day. What'samatter, sugar?

ooc: I'm sorry for your loss, sweetie! I used to breed dogs and I know how awful that can be ♥

It's like death follows me. My real mom died in child-birth and that's whatever, I regret not knowing her but I deal. I don't like to complain about shit. I've had some friends die and my sorta grandpa and now my dog. It seems stupid but fuck, I loved that dog.

ooc: thanks. It's probably weird to go this route but hey. I tried retail therapy already.

That ain't stupid! As long as it weren't a puggle. Then good riddance, I say.

ooc: RPing is a weird brand of therapy all its own XD

Everybody in the house is fucking depressed. My two little brat siblings. My mom, my dad. It's like well, somebody died.

ooc: true true. thanks for helping ;)

That dog was a somebody to you. It's okay to grieve for him like he were a person because... that's what he were to you and your family.

ooc: don't mention it!

Yeah. She was.

Her. Right. Sorry.

Maybe you could have a little service for her? Help button things up right proper.

That's not a bad idea. She used to go out with my dad and I went we went surfing. I keep thinking we should put her ashes out to sea.

My little sister would love a ceremony.

Then go for it, luv!

I think it'll do the lot of ya a world of good.

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