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Originally Posted by Gravdigr
Dogs shit. At five in the morning. You get up, get dressed, leash and walk the dog.  Around here, at five in the morning, the dog ( or cat, as the case may be) gets thrown out the door with a heartfelt cussing. He let the dog out to shit, not to roam the countryside at his whim and fancy. Which he apparently did. He'd never went gallivanting around before...
But the fact does remain...he's gone. |
And that's my point.
I don't have a dog, I don't want a dog and if I had a dog (when my family had a dog) she was not let out unsupervised. Even with an enclosed garden. She was let out at 06.30-07.00 every morning, and if she shit, it was my job to pick it up. I walked her at 07.30 every day. And if she shit, I picked it up.
My cat poops in a litter tray. It's in my bedroom.
You can guess how often I am disturbed by the call of nature... but at least I can lay hand of heart and say I am a responsible owner.
But again, this is not directed at you.
I lost a cat and it broke my heart, so I really feel for you losing Crash.