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Pepper’s last day
May 15, 2008 – Pepper the Dachzu had gotten sick the past few weeks, some kind of infection in his digestive system. He refused to eat or drink and was basically miserable. We had to resort to feeding him baby food and water with a syringe which he didn’t like one bit.
Antibiotics helped the infection, but energy and appetite did not return. Blood testing revealed that his kidneys were failing. We learned that further treatment would be arduous – if everything went perfectly, he might gain an additional six months, likely less, and at the end would be a time of painful deterioration. We made the hard decision and took him to visit the vet for the final time this afternoon. At 5:45pm CDT today his suffering came to an end.
Pepper has been our best friend and loved us unconditionally for almost sixteen years. We will miss him terribly.
I cannot write any more right now because I cannot see through the tears.
PUDDING CASKET by PeRrY
this story is about the halloween of 1861, one that i'll never forget.
my grandmother was born in a casket made of bread pudding. every night, a sphere made of cornbread appeared before her eyes, and when she tried to touch it, the molecules spread apart and the sphere turned into liquid.
a man lived on the letters of a sign embedded on a webpage informing turtles about cardiac arrest.
a baby ate a wig and his ears slowly decomposed until two cathode ray tubes appeared where his ears used to be. the tube displayed an image of a woman rubbing a pickle against the side of buckingham palace.
i was out in the midlands one day, filming the countryside inside my brother's ford anglia with a missing hood and two wheels, when i caught a glimpse of an enormous worm devouring a cat's heart. the heart turned into a picture of the 1950s and it told me to go west.
as i sat in the dark room, the sound of sizzling bacon filled my ears, and michael jackson's entire life played before my eyes in first person.
the plastic was covered in bacteria from the large foot that had trampled upon it 40 years ago. if you put your ear to it, you would be able to hear a sheep reciting the theme song to a non-existent scottish television show from the 1960s.
on the filthy shore of
an unknown beach in florida