Timothy

I haven’t had the heart to talk about it, but it’s been an entire season—the worst winter of my life. Timothy went from fine to really bad in just a couple days and normal exams showed nothing. When we finally got him an ultrasound, it showed the worst: cancer. It had metastasized all throughout his insides and there was nothing we could do but cut short his suffering. He crossed the rainbow bridge on December 14, 2017. He wasn’t even 14 years old.
Timothy was my near-constant companion, staying by my side through sicknesses and surgeries and everything else. He left an enormous hole in my heart. I haven’t wanted the wound to heal, but I have gotten to the point where I can talk about him without crying. Sometimes.
He used to get irritated when I doted on him a little too much (that is why he developed the habit of immobilizing my arm by laying his whole body on it), so being a non-functioning, emotional wreck about him is maybe the worst way to remember him.
Timothy, please forgive me for that.

americasgreatoutdoors:

A group of river otters is called a romp. Commonly found in the South, Great Lakes region and in the Pacific Northwest, this romp was spotted hanging out at Red Rock Lakes National Wildlife Refuge in Montana. While they engage in playful behavior with each other, they are deadly hunters and can be dangerous when their territory is invaded. Please enjoy watching them from a distance. Photo by James Perdue, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, @usfwsmtnprairie.

6enevieve:

yo if you’re a cis girl or afab and femme presenting and you’d be comfortable with having a trans girl roommate, please reblog this. i just need reinforcement that there are girls out there who wouldn’t be disgusted by a girl like me.