This issue extends to politicians as well. If you replace “Ancien Régime” with “Oligarchy-flavored Republic” it’s almost like we’re living the beginning script of the French Revolution here in America. That should induce quite the pandemic of sweaty palms in D.C. If that Oaf gets reelected, we’re gonna have a Louis XVI on our hands… and we all know how that went down…

No one stands in the way of Bounce Dog.

Geographically speaking they’re a pretty spaced-out corporation, so they’re difficult to get ahold of.

I heard the CEO is pretty hot tho…

I feel the vibe as well, little dude.

One demographic are folks who appreciate their employment and subsequently lose said job because of corporate decision, while the other demographic you state are people who make the conscious decision to quit a job. That’s comparing apples to oranges and making a blanket statement about all workers within that industry, or honestly any given industry. Your argument is moot.

I was an Assistant Manager of a well-established, popular restaurant franchise about eight years ago now. Business was fine, probably showing a modest black line on their financial reports.

“This location is no longer in operation.”

That’s all the advance notice I received when I arrived for my scheduled shift and all the doors were locked. No two-week-notice, no severance package.

Publicly-traded corporations don’t care about their employees, their only concern lies within how to spend as little money as possible. Employee benefits included.

I need some of this in my life, it sounds like some genuine spiritual cultivation. Thank you for adding an item to my bucket list.

I wasn’t allowed to adopt a pet when I was growing up, my father and legal guardian didn’t like how “dirty and destructive” they were.

As soon as I graduated 12th grade I moved to another town for uni, finally renting my own apartment. I got into a serious relationship and together we felt our home needed more life; a cat. We visited our local humane society and as soon as we entered one room holding at least 15 cats, we knew who to bring home. Our little Chicky climbed my six foot frame like a tree and stood upon my shoulders as if she were a fanged parrot. We as humans go to these shelters thinking “who will I pick”, but instead she picked us.

A few years later, my relationship ended poorly. I was already prone to mental health issues (yay, genetics) but her infidelity along with the pressures of school and work broke me. I tried to take my own life one day. As I was sitting on the bathroom floor and it welled up inside of me I knew I was ready.

In walks this little creature, nary a care about exam deadlines and romantic security. She must’ve known something was happening as she walked over to me and laid in my lap, just staring at me. She saved me that day. Since then, I’ve developed an emotional bond with this little animal that is stronger than anything I’ve felt before.

About two years ago was when life really started to challenge both feline and myself. During a dental check at the vet, they noticed her bad breath and ran a blood test and UA. It was confirmed that afternoon that she had moderate renal disease. It wasn’t end-stage at the time, but for her only being 7 years old at the time it just dug a little deeper into my heart.

She has doubly beaten her vet’s prognosis of one year, but I’m beginning to see the disease whittle her away. She’s skinnier, sleeps deeper, and doesn’t always come when called now. It’s tough seeing something you love so much slowly fade away.

Before her diagnosis, my fiancee and I had lost our other 13 year old cat to SCC quite suddenly. In a span of one week Teah went from jubilant to lethargic and leaving traces of blood in her food. That was the most difficult thing we’ve ever had to endure. It still hurts today.

Just one year ago as well we had to put our good boy pup to rest for liver failure and a heart murmur. He lived a very long life though, so we’re happy he is able to rest now.

You’re not just losing a pet when they pass. You’re losing structure. Compassion. A friend. It’s never easy, especially when they’re taken too soon. Grief is the price we pay for love, so cry as hard as you loved them and understand they’ll be waiting for you on the other side.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” --C.S. Lewis

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