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I’m gonna start this post off with a bit of a downer news wise. This past Saturday, we had to put down one of our dogs, Oliver. My brother and his husband adopted him close to like 6 years ago to keep their other dog company when they both had to work while they still lived in their own apartment. Something like 3 years ago, that was no longer feasible for them money wise, so they ended up moving in with me and my mom with both dogs in tow. Because his fur was already going white when they adopted him, we figured he was already pretty old, combined with the fact that he was more my brother’s dog so I wasn’t that attached to him, I wasn’t too broken up about it at first mostly because we could kind of see it coming.
That was until I had to help my mom dig a grave for him because they couldn’t afford to have him cremated, and my brother and his husband were too busy staying by Oliver as we had him euthanized. They recommended we dig a hole that was at least 4 feet deep, and we struggled just to get down to 3, so physically it was kind of tiring. And then we actually had to bury him. Something finally set in seeing his lifeless body being put in at the bottom of this hole we had barely managed to dig for him that made it finally feel sad in my head. I had only had to personally bury one other pet before this, which was a bearded dragon I used to have named Norbert. But he was much smaller obviously, and was already in a shoe box, so I didn’t have to physically see him as I buried him. I was able to handle digging the hole up till that point more or less just fine, but actually seeing his body made me feel completely weak in the legs. My body felt completely shaky despite me thinking I had been mentally prepared for his death. I couldn’t look directly at his body, so I just focused on the pile of dirt and clay we shoveled back in until his body had been completely covered.
We’ve lost many pets in the past, dogs included, but this being the first time I’ve had to help bury such a large one (Oliver we think was part German Shepard, so he was a decently sized dog), I think is going to stick with me. From what my mom has told me, I I’ve never really cried whenever a pet had died, which was still the case this time, but again, actually seeing his body in that hole, made it far more “real” to me in comparison to the passing of my other pets. And because its still fresh in my head (I’m typing this post up the day after), I kind of just wanted to talk about it here on this post…
It left me wondering, how exactly will I respond when the one who died is a close family member. Will I still get through it as easily as I have been up to this point…?
In more pleasant news, the new Animal Crossing has been pretty fun, and I think I’ve found a good routine balancing it and working on art work. I play around an hour when I wake up where I basically patrol my island for anything new that would’ve come in that day and talk to all of my villagers at least once (or in the case of Bianca, who is my favorite villager right now, pester her multiple times whenever I see her). When I get that done, I work on the comic for a bit, and when I feel like I need to take a break from drawing, I pop back in for another session where I think of some little mini projects I can do to spruce up my island. I’ll get back to work on the comic again, and then after I get more work done, I maybe check back in on my island one last time to see if there’s anything interesting I can do at night (like stripping the randomly generated islands of all of their trees and flowers to turn them into tarantulas farms, or spending over 2 hours and 100 things of bait to catch a damn stringfish before they go “out of season”). Rinse and repeat.
Given all of the stuff that has been going on, Animal Crossing really did come out at the perfect time, didn’t it? It’s just stimulating and engaging enough that its the perfect thing for me to play to build up my motivation to get things done during a period of time in the comic where I feel like I could easily fall into a rut if I didn’t have it. But it’s also not so stimulating and engaging that all I want to do is play it and neglect getting any comic work done. It’s also given my brother and his husband stuff to do during the whole quarantine thing where they’re both not really working, which I’m going to say is the case for a lot of people out there.
My only real gripe right now is Bunny Day being a 12 day long thing. The damn water eggs keep taking up the spawns for other fish and making it very difficult for me to find any snapping turtles. I REALLY want to get one as a pet, but I also need to find a second one to donate to the museum, but the damn eggs are making it so I can’t find a single one right now! Not to mention, ever since that damn rabbit Zipper showed up on my island, I’ve been fishing up far more garbage things like tires and boots than I used to… Now I don’t want to make any accusations or anything, but… THAT DAMN RABBIT IS INTENTIONALLY POLLUTING MY ISLAND’S WATERWAYS WITH HIS DAMN EGGS AND MULTIPLE CARS WORTH OF TIRES WHEN ALL I WANT TO DO IS CATCH SOME DANG TURTLES AND I WON’T STAND FOR IT DAMN YOU…!
But yeah… Animal Crossing is fun, and you should consider getting it if you’ve been suffering through quarantine like a s**t ton of other people out there… Just be careful you don’t let it end up consuming your life, because I hear that can happen to people. Take the game at a slow, day by day pace, and you’ll have a fun time. And with that shilling out of the way, another finished drawing going up Friday, so keep an eye out for it. That’s going to be all from me, so until then, I’ll just see you all next post.