Feels thread?

same Cred Forumsro here...also, you should have shot him in the head. get it done fast. he panicked and was scared while you murdered your best friend.

fuck you man he was suffering. i regret not doing it at the vet earlier, but what happened happened. people used to just shoot dogs in the head & shit so fuck off

i was willing to take on whatever it mean to do that. faced it bcz i had to. i live in a crowded neighborhood & cant be shooting guns & shit. dont have a fucking gun anyways.

dude ... you fucking drowned your loyal dog and the last thing he felt in the world was betrayal.

Fuck. You.

pic related

have some stranger poke a needle is better? the alternative was let him struggle to breathe for who knows how long. basically drowning on saliva & mucus anyways. ill carry to death and into hell if i have to. fuck you

Sorry about your dogger op I lost mine a couple of years ago and it's so hard to remember the pain he felt in the end.

/brohug

OF COURSE IT'S FUCKING BETTER YOU FUCKING MORON!

Drowning is a hard death, a shot of highly engineered chemicals meant to work fast is obviously better.

What. The. Fuck!

While you look him in the eyes and he falls asleep.
Instead took a lifetimw of his love and paid him back by making his passing the most tortuous, fearful time of his life.

Fuck you and your feels, you're a terrible person.

There are some nightmare stories about euthanasia too. It can go wrong & take hours & shit too. It was a fucking Friday night...no vet for days. Fuck off with your ghandi fag quote anyways. If I'm wrong for anything it's waiting too long. Would have done vet really & i feel the burden of doing it the way I did. I'm not happy about it. I'll face it my whole life whenever I think about it.

Fuck you again faggot. The vet is a professional and is ready to do outcalls at all times. Usually they come to your house so the dog wont have to be moved.

I can't believe you could even get yourself to do that ....

Fuck off dude, he gave his dog an amazing life, it isn't ruined at all by a minute of struggle. He wanted to make him stop suffering ASAP and didn't have a gun. Stop being such a cuck white knight and give user the peace he deserves.

Drowning is 100% always hell. Every water death is a horror story. Literally a shovel to the head would have been better.

How is your grade school mentality "carrying the burden" when here you are trying to justify everything you did.

You want to know one mistake you made for sure? Not being moved enough by 15 years of love to at least have a plan to help them move on since apparently latin quotes are all you need. You are a fucking tool who is convincing no one

You drowned your dog, and came here for "muh feelz". I pray that this is some kind of bait.

Damn man, Miles sure was a dog to fucking love
I honestly don't know how I'm gonna handle my dogs death
I swear, the moment I picked him up at the farm I knew he was special, out of all the doggos just trying to get out, getting away of my hands, this motherfucker came straight jumping to my arms and I knew it was special

Vet/b/ro here, also a weiner dad. I've never cried in a feels thread before. Screenshotted on my mobile phone. This won't die, I promise you

>asap
>4 minutes of the worst pain in your life and knowing it's your friend doing it

Much experience. Very knowledge. So knightjerk.

Sleep Well Miles...you will be remembered you glorious bastard! Thank you OP it seems every time I feel dead inside I find one of these and it helps tons. In return, ugly.

Also, wtf, you drowned him?
Arent there ways to put a dog down quick so it doesnt suffer?
You fucking drowned him

>all I need is a story of animal torture to get my hope back

You're a queer duck

My sad and lonely song right here boys
youtube.com/watch?v=_qY4KA2bloQ

fuckoff faggot you have no conception of what life is, are you fucking 12? Men take care of their problems and life has a way of making shit harder, was it ideal, no. OP did what he had to do.

>experience it every single day as a career
>cried at fake text on the internet

You sure you're a vet? You sure you aren't.... nothing?

OP did the first thing he could think of. Because he CBA to have any kind of worthwhile plan.

He wasn't a man. He was a blubbering child and miles suffered for it.

You are encouraging lazy ass ignorance

Someone make a screen cap for the next feels thread. 10/10
Wish I could cry for this.

Just stop digging the hole for him.

It definitely was wrong,but damn dudes.

He lost his best fuckin friend.

Maybe not accepting the truth of your actions is what makes someone into an immature sperg. You ever think of that?

You think maybe ACTUALLY feeling the burden of what happened might keep him from hurting others?

Nah, let's just go with hurt feelings. Crap.

Fucking hell, bro.

I know the feels of losing a glorious pupper, and my heart goes out to you.

RIP in peace, Miles.

OP came for this you crybaby. To Cred Forums, for sympathy.

Put about as much thought into that as he did killing his dog

I've had to bury my own dogs too you fucking faggot. And like OP, I still had my dogs when nobody else was around to love me. It's not just some dead dog, it's yours.
I'd kill a stranger for shits and giggles, but homies are homies

Pic related it's my weiner

I'm sorry, did you have to strangle any of them in the bath tub? Because usually when you bury them, they're already dead.

I'm not a vet, and I'm pretty fucking poor. But I keep a fridge of medicine and painless culling tools for every animal I own because I love them.

You are fucking squishy for a vet.

>kill a stranger for giggles
Yeah gonna take moral advice from Patrick Bateman.

PS nice weiner

Who the fuck is giving this user shit, anyway? Some permavirgin edgelord?

You did it right OP. fuck the edgelords.

Then you knock him out in 1 blow and then drown him in his sleep. Fuck you.

Imo I think it's stranger to have the tools at your house.
I swear I'm not squishy too. I've just got a soft spot for weiners if you know what I mean.
Tbh if it wasn't a weiner I probably would have just lurked on

Thank you op for one of the few stories that made me baw, thank you again for sharing this with us and i hope you can get another one thats the same as him.

A lot of people do. But it's a hell of a lot better to have it and not need it.

not here for sympathy. dont deserve any, dont want any. just telling the story of what happened.

one day Miles managed to shit on my sons legos, so here's to you faggot.

Your dog forgives you OP. I had to rail you. More pain now means less pain later. Thanks for becoming a bigger person.

OP, didn't think a bond like that can truly happen with companions. Miles was probably like you said "god" tier. His existence made you a better person. Thanks for the great story of a legendary dog.

Fuck you OP

Fellow feels Anons, I almost just got robbed just now.
>live in bad neighborhood
>heading to the store to get some lunch
>passing a group of 5 or 6 black guys
>usually when I pass people I give a light smile and nod to show good company
>do that
>dead stare at me, like they are analyzing me
>suddenly the fattest guy in the group slaps my hand and turns me around
>one of them demands to give them my wallet and phone
>start to panic and nervously laugh and ask "what?"
>"why are you smiling? I asked to give what's in your pockets."
>they circle around me
>spun around one of them and cross the street
>hear one of them "should i run over and deck him?"
>they laugh, continue on their way

That's it. I'm going to pick up a combat knife that I'm going to carry with me from now on. Scared the fuck out of me.

>weiner
mfw you're all saying you have a "whiner dog",

it seems that you've encountered the worse part of pack mentality. It doesn't matter what race, but typically one on one people are gennerally civil.

But its usually the beta male member showing off to the others, "the small one, the fat one" that usually acts out to gain approval or assert dominance.

Get a tazer. Not a knife. Fat people protect their organs with a foot of blubber but nerves run right to the skin.

Cracking arcs are more intimidating to niggers than knives, also.

Not much good for 2+ people though.

Neither is a knife. It isn't like chuck Norris movies. They all bum rush you. And yeah, if they touch each other, it works pretty great. (Assuming you aren't running some 9v cheapo)

This is one of the worst things I've ever read. Miles clearly loved you so much and at the end of this life you made him feel fear and panic. No two ways about it you're a fucking cunt. I hope what you did haunts you for the rest of your life.

alright niggers. gonna help get this thread going again. I've shared my story periodically for a while now, because it's still happening and you guys actually give great advice and insight. Here it goes again, with more updates of course.
>be me
>13
>7th grade
>haven't hit puberty yet
>constantly picked on/ beaten up for it
>chads at my school make fun of me for not having hair on my balls yet
>humiliate me publicly by beating me to the floor in the boys locker room, drag me outside and pull my pants down
>basically constantly humiliated in front of girls
>hate myself, want to an hero
>one day after being beaten to shit on the way home from school, I felt a presence help me back up
>heard the sweetest voice i've ever heard ask "are you ok? do you want me to get you some bandages or something?"
>open my one good eye (one was kinda swollen shut I remember)
>just kinda smiled and said yes
>prettiest thing I'd ever seen
>forrest seeing jenny for the first time is a good analogy
>she held my hand and walked with me to her house
>first time someone who wasn't in my family showed me affection or compassion
>I fell for her right then and there
>she took me inside to her living room couch and sat me down
>brought me some ice, band aids and a glass of lemonade
>just kinda laid back while she iced my face
>that was some warm ice
>end up just watching TV together while she tried to get me to open up and talk to her
>eventually broke down
>close to tears, just tell her everything
>tell her I hate myself, I don't know why people are like that to me, never did anything but be nice to them
>she just hugs me

>after a minute she whispered "well I like you, you're nice and I think you're cute"
>adrenaline.gif
>what the fuck
>I was cute
>a girl liked me
>watched TV until 8 or 9
>she fell asleep on my shoulder
>didn't want it to end
>eventually her dad came home from some dinner thing he went to
>wasn’t mad or anything that I was there
>I think he pitied me
>got home at 9:15 or something
>parents were pissed at first, but they saw that I got beat to hell again and let it go
>start going over to her house everyday after school
>become closer as the year goes on
>her family eventually gets to know me and adores me
>almost like part of her family, over there so much
>gets to the point where we are inseparable
>chads begin picking on her too because she's seen with me a lot
>she doesn't seem to care but I feel terrible because of it
>slowly cut off contact because I hate seeing her get picked on
>She catches on and tells me she doesn't care and to stop
>cave in immediately
>sometimes when I had a really bad day I would sneak over to her house at night and cuddle with her
>thought her dad caught me sneaking over one night, turns out his family knew a lot more about what was going on at school than I thought
>her dad kinda knew already, totally fine with it
>tells me I'm always welcome there

>be me
>have awesome turtle
>love dis turtle, feed him lettuce and shit from my hand
>have to go away, don't want to leave turtle alone
>ask friend to look after him
>friend has irresonsible roommate with asshole dog
>come back looking forward to seeing my awesome turtle and feeding him lettuce
>find asshole dog fucking ate him

>says just ask if I need something
>cuddle her to bed a lot more
>feelsgoodman
>life went on like this for a while
>summer came and things got better
>did everything together that summer
>got invited on a road trip with her family to the grand canyon
>a lot of the trip was her sleeping on my chest or me sleeping with my head in her lap in the back of a suburban
>when we got to grand canyon national park we spent 5 hours feeding peanut butter crackers to chipmunks with her brother
>walked around some trail with some BS special significance to see the sunset
>it was special to me for a different reason
>held her hand
>basically just walked around smiling like a tard
>trying to go somewhere with no people
>got to this half ledge thing and sat down
>kinda stared off for a while, very scenic to be honest
>then she leaned over on me and whispered
>"you know user, I love you, really"
>kinda froze for a sec
>I don't know why, looking back on it, but I wasn't sure what to say
>she seemed to get kinda nervous
>"do you love me back, user?"
>looked at her and told her that I loved her since the day she put ice on me when I got beat up
>stared awkwardly at her for a good 60 seconds before I finally worked up the balls to go in for a kiss
>I wasn't very good, but she was
>fucking perfect

I was thinking the knife would be good for a surprise stab and then I can book it. I don't need to hit them all, just the one that is blocking my way.

And it might prevent them from chasing me knowing I have the weapon. I dunno what else I could do. I don't want to carry a gun.

>we sat there for a long time after the sun set
>I just held her in my skinny arms
>kissed her a few more times
>we forgot to go back 5 minutes after sunset like we said
>her dad came looking for us but was relieved to see we were just sitting there, not dead or stuck
>kids had their own tents that trip so I got to cuddle her to bed too
>rest of the trip was a haze, don't remember the trip much, but I remember her on the trip
>the rest of the summer was magic to me
>I loved her as much as a 13 (and 14 later) year old could love someone else
>people picked on me less during 8th grade year
>didn't pick on her at all, just tried to steal her away from me
>so many guys liked her, didn't understand why she would want me
>to be fair, I didn't either
>Towards the end of 8th grade year, we figured out that we probably wouldn't be going to the same highschool
>didn't care too much, saw her every day for 5 hours afterschool anyway
>but we promised each other we would be each others homecoming dates and prom dates and everything
>but as highschool went on we naturally drifted apart without realizing
>still close, but couldn't always see each other, busy with school stuff
>she played volleyball and was a cheerleader, which took up lots of time
>eventually, some guy was always around when I came over
>she always insisted it was just a friend, at the time, i'm sure it was
>summer after sophomore year she asks if I'd be ok with her going on a date with some guy
>says it doesn't change anything between us
>IGuessSo.jpg
>obviously, it gets more serious, she eventually becomes his girlfriend
>at this point my balls have dropped, I'm rapidly gaining weight and height
>agressive as fuck, nobody in their right mind dares touch me

OK but a knife is actually physically capable of stopping 2 people and (I'm guessing) more likely to be a deterrent in the first place.

>yet I can't say no or even be assertive with her
>just kinda watch as that guy starts to control her more
>he eventually gets her to block normal contact with me
>I came over to her house when he wasn't around to ask her a few things
>she seemed almost surprised that I was there, like I wasn't supposed to show up
>she tells me it's no big deal and she just wants to date around, that it wont change anything between us
>point out we hardly see each other anymore
>she says it's "because she's busy with school and sports"
>I know it can't be volleyball she's going to on sundays
>tell her the guy she's dating is a bad person controlling
>just makes her mad, she yells at me
>start to break down
>tell her I love her and I don't know what I did wrong but I just want things to go back to the way they were
>she says she'll always love me
>hugs me
>says she's gotta go but we will talk again soon
>I wish that had been true
>we never talked again for a year
>I start becoming very angry, start blasting steroids, constantly eating and working out
>I've become the freak I always wished I was so I wouldn't get picked on, but I don't care just want her back
>Everyone at school is afraid of me now
>I have no friends now because I'm 6'4, 215 lbs at low body fat and rage at almost nothing. total dick for little/no reason
>complete asshole to everyone except little guys that get picked on by chad
>got suspended for fighting 4 or 5 times before I start to calm down a little
>life is still generally the same though
>angry about that fuck who stole her away
>towards the end of the year I start hearing about some girl who got in huge trouble because a bunch of nudes and shit of her were leaked and circulating

Felt the tears sneaking around this post. Went full tears at .
Fuck, that hit so many memories from my dog.

My dog had some issue surfacing a couple of months before it got bad, where he just lied down and wouldn't move, but then after a minute or two he's get up and go back to walking. One week it happened, and then a day later, then it happened when I walked him. By the end of the week, he couldn't get up. We had to carry him down to do his stuff, and he almost couldn't even hold himself to urinate. It was just bad, and he started smelling like actual shit. After months of debating putting him down of old age and random illnesses, it was finally clear, there was no question about it. My mom started calling vets, we got the appointment, my older siblings came over, and we all drove together to the vet.
I made a thread on Cred Forums, and kept posting updates and pictures. Anons were supportive, for the most part.
We put him on the grass outside the vet's clinic while we waited our turn. When we were inside, we were all crying. My mom sat next to him on the floor and pet him while the vet gave him the shots. Eventually, after the vet determined a certain death, she touched his belly around and said he had a tumor on his liver. We had no idea, and I don't even really believe she said the truth. I think she said it just to try and console us.
We then drove off to a place where they cremate pets, and after paying the person, we just left Pooch on a table and drove off.

It wasn't easy. I would go into random crying fits for the following month. I had a dream where I was sure I was going insane, because I saw him alive and well, while others did not. But the dreams stopped. I still catch myself every now and then throw a look at my mother's bed, expecting to see him sleeping on it.
You did good, if a bit extreme, user. I assure you, time helps.

My grandmother died last saturday todays her funeral last time i saw her i was high af on coke and hungover on her birthday so now im drunk as a skunk to hide the guilt.

>Eventually it was cleared because she didn't consent and was apparently sexually assaulted by the guy who took the nudes or videos or whatever
>that's what got my attention, hoping it wasn't her, but deep down it sounded like the exact thing her asshole "boyfriend" would do
>of course, it was her
>I was actually pretty calm the whole day at school I heard the news
>but I was gonna fuck that guy up beyond recognition
>I knew he was a huge stoner and druggie in general so I consulted the kid who I bought my roids from
>he was also a stoner and knew all the other stoners
>he knows his friend and him pretty well
>get the kid to get his address from his friend
>it's fucking going on now
>showed up the friday night of that week at his house
>pretty big party going on
>perfect, nobody will call the cops and I can walk in without raising any eyebrows
>he's in his backyard with some other girl
>I'm sure they were about to fuck or something
>swing at him before he even sees me
>KO'd on the second punch
>sit on him and beat his face in
>That night I felt better, but the next day I knew I may have ruined things with her
>I guess she was relieved I gave him a free facelift because of what she told me next time we talked
>3 weeks later she showed up at my house at night bawling her eyes out
>mad at her but of course I can't say no to the only thing i've ever loved
>let her in
>we sit on the couch and she dumps all her feels
>says she's sorry she left me for him
>said that I was right, he was terrible to her
>apparently he hit her a lot and raped her
>constantly cheated

>made the school think she was a complete whore
>she told me she still loved me and just wanted to go back to the old days
>fell asleep on my couch
>I slept upstairs, I was pretty upset to think she fucked me over like that and now wants me back
>I came down the next morning and she was still there
>I figured I should at least communicate with her exactly how I felt, regardless of how things were gonna end up
>sat down and told her we needed to talk
>was honest about everything and told her she really fucked me up when she left me for that guy
>of course she was apologizing profusely the whole time
>She gave me that look, like at the grand canyon
>"user, do you still love me?"
>fucking melted right then and there
>since then I've been talking to her again regularly, she always wants to see me
>i'm kinda torn though
>I still love her
>more than anything
>but she gave her virginity to the other guy
>something about it just doesn't seem right
>something that was flowing freely before is dried up now
>the next night she came through my bedroom window at 1am or something
>Freaked me the fuck out
>Was about to lunge for my shotgun
>but then I heard a sniffle
>knew it was her immediately
>"sorry user, I just needed to come see you"
>she kept telling me she was sorry and she loved me
>crying hysterically the whole time of course
>eventually just told her to calm down, grabbed her and pulled her over to me

>cuddled to sleep
>felt so nice
>she pressed her face into my chest like she used to
>wake up at about 7
>have to wake her up and walk her home so my parents don't come in and freak out for obvious reasons
>She knows how to fucking melt my heart
>Obviously, I still over her. A lot
>I'd gladly sweep her off of her feet and steal her away, but I have just one reservation
>Could she do this again? I know it's not likely but I don't even wanna take a chance
>I won't be able to do this again unless I know she's 100% committed
>decide to drive with her to a mountain ridge that overlooks the city
>just told her I wanted to see her again (even though I had seen her the day before)
>figure I’ll just tell her exactly how I feel and why I’m hesitant to get back with her
>quietly left my house, drove over to pick her up
>got to her house, snuck around back to go to her room
>familiar hand on my shoulder
>her dad stopped me again
>tell me he knows about all of it, appreciates me beating the shit out of that guy
>tells me she’s up all night crying about me most nights
>she’s still a complete wreck from that guy
>he really beat her bad twice towards the end of their relationship
>her dad was trying to track him down but apparently I beat him to it
>tells me she needs me more than anything, and he’s glad i’m still trying after what happened
>ask him why she left me
>he says he has no clue
>go inside, to her room
>just kinda brushed her hair off of her face to wake her up
>she just smiled and got up
>hold her hand and walk out to the car

Quoted for truth

>I kinda keep the subject on unrelated things on the drive up
>want to save it for when we’re sitting up there
>only thing I really remember about the drive up was almost hitting a massive bull elk
>sit down on a rock wrapped up in a big blanket together
>Feels really good
>you have no idea
>feeling her warmth, cuddled up against me, looking down at the city
>”why do you still love me user?”
>tell her because every little thing she does makes me happy
>ever since that day in middle school I just feel like she’s the greatest part of my life
>ask why she left me for that other guy, and tell her it’s the only thing holding me back
>can’t understand why she would do that
>she says (holding back tears and sniffling, gets really emotional now) that she doesn’t have a real answer
>she was just acting on physical attraction and his chad personality took easy advantage of her dumb teenage self
>not some magic fix-all answer I was hoping for
>but she also told me I did nothing wrong and she was sorry for everything
>made me feel better
>since Cred Forums put it into perspective and I gave it some thought, I realize how childish the whole virginity thing is on my part
>I love her and that's all that matters really
>figure I should just 'make sweet, sweet love to her with my chad body'
-quote from some user last thread
>not gonna be like that guy, obviously
>wait until she's comfortable again
>started to get windy so I took her home for the night
>fell asleep on the ride back, so I carried her to bed
>she woke up halfway once we got inside
>laid her down on her bed, kissed her on the forehead
>start to walk away, and hear "please stay with me"

>can't resist for a single second
>nothing happened that night, we were both tired, out right away
>wake up next morning
>about 10
>make pancakes in the kitchen, which we used to do a lot after school
>screw around and play fight with all of the ingredients, make a huge mess
>eat and then clean it up
>"you should probably shower, I definitely beat you"
>make some joke about how she cheap shotted me, tell her I have no clean clothes
>"I'm sure I can figure it out, let me show you how to work it and where the shampoo is"
>I was actually too retarded to catch onto that cue
>"I can wash your clothes"
>give her my shirt and shorts
>she tossed them outside and just stared at my SuperChad physique for a sec
>not gonna lie that made me feel satisfied in a cocky way
>looked up at me and smiled
>I kissed her
>took her shirt off
>primal instincts and excessive testosterone/DHT levels take over
>carried her to her bedroom and tore the rest of her clothes off like an animal
>I did stop for a moment to just look at her bare body
>I was extremely horny and wanted to absolutely go to town on her, but it was balanced by me being afraid of hurting her or being too rough
>ended up making love to her for almost 2 hours
>totally exhausted afterwards, fell asleep with her on top of me in my arms
>woke up a little while later and went out to lunch
>Took her back home and made love to her on the couch in her living room
>watched TV on the couch together until her dad came home
>he was really happy to see us
>I had to go home for a while, but he asked me to come back for dinner

>Ate pot roast with the stupidest grins on out faces, a few other people came by for dinner
>her dad says pretty much out of nowhere "I really appreciate you and like you, user, I hope you become part of my family"
>I felt at home for the first time in a while
>that night she asked me to sleep with her again
>I was totally depleted after that day, so we pretty much just cuddled
>talked about what we want to do in life
>Talked about our dream house, dream job and what the perfect wedding would be like
>tells me every secret she’s ever kept
>says she doesn’t want anything between us
>asks if I have any secrets or stuff I wanna get off my chest but haven’t told anyone
>tell her I used steroids, but make clear it was light cycles at minimum doses
>tell her how badly I wanted to tear into her like a fucking animal, but was afraid I’d hurt her
>tell her I was afraid I wasn’t doing a good job
>she laughed and said I was more than plenty and was glad I was gentle
>says she doesn’t care about the roads, just wants me to stay healthy
>fell asleep on me like usual
>I was so blissfully happy that night
>fast forward ~two weeks
>she'd been acting increasingly remorseful for leaving me
>if I ever brought up that I was worried about trusting her or I was scared she would get anxious and nervous for the rest of the day
>constantly trying to prove she was 100% loyal
>one night she literally broke down crying on my chest and told me how sorry she was and that she loves me
>told me that if I want to have another girl then she understands and is fine with that
>I calmed her down, obviously, and told her she's all I need, I just am afraid of losing her because I did once and it hurt
>tell her I'll never leave her and I don't want any other
>seemed to make her feel a lot better
>about two weeks after that incident
>my cousin and her aunt were coming to stay at my house
>cousin flew in night before aunt
>I had to pick her up at the airport

>hadn't seen her in a while, she looked like a woman now
>nothing like her but she was attractive
>got her bags and went to my house
>all I did was help her carry bags in and get settled in
>but I didn't tell her my cousin was staying
>she thought I was mad and wanted a second girl
>ran home before I noticed she was there
>call her because I was expecting her to come over about this time
>no answer
>wtf
>head over to her house
>get to her house, walk in
>her dad isn't home
>call out for her
>no response
>walk into her room
>the light is on in her bathroom, door closed
>I can hear muffled sobbing
>knock on the door frantically
>yell her name
>after a few seconds I hear her faintly say "I'm so sorry user. You deserve her, not me."
>ask her what she's talking about
>just more sobbing
>pretty freaked out
>kick in the door
>she's in the bathtub
>the water is bright red
>flipped the fuck out because I thought she had/was trying to kill herself
>grabbed her out of the tub and ran into the kitchen
>set her on the table, trying to find where all the bleeding was from
>she just had a few shallow cuts on her wrist and thigh
>wrap it in some gauze I found under the sink

>calm down a little and realize she's probably not dying or even close
>ask her why she did this
>ask if her old boyfriend did something to her
>she says she couldn't bear to see me with another girl
>ask her what she's talking about
>don't remember exactly what she said, but at this moment I realized she thought my cousin was a girl I was seeing
>explain that she's my cousin
>explain the situation with the airport
>she believes me after I explain
>carry her to her bedroom
>set her down on the bed
>drain the bathtub
>help her get dressed
>broke down because I was so scared just then
>yelled at her
>told her she can't do this to me, I already lost her once and I can't bare to not have her
>the yell eventually reduces to almost soft enough to be a whisper
>tell her I trust her now and I know she would never leave me again
>don't want another girl
>I'm just terrified she'll love someone else someday
>she reassures me that will never happen
>tell her to forget about that guy and leaving me, it's in the past
>I need her now
>eventually reduces to just some sappy "I love you more, babe" shit that would make most of you cringe
>I realized then that the guy she had been with probably fucked her up mentally too, to a good degree
>our relationship has been a lot more stable since
>no more than a few nights after that, she asks if I'll ever marry her
>hadn't thought about that until then, but the thought of it made me pretty happy
>"Sorry, that's probably really pressuring. I didn't mean it like that"
>tell her to shush, and say of course I'm gonna marry her
>her face lit up

>didn't even make love to her that night
>just kinda laid there and felt each others warmth
>slept really, really well that night for some reason
>next morning she asked where I wanted to get married
>brought up the grand canyon
>told her I didn't want to decide yet, but I wanted to go to the grand canyon with her again
>a road trip, just her and I. Soon, asked if she wanted to start planning the trip now
>she said yes right away, got all excited
>spent that afternoon planning a trip out on google maps
>thinking about what it would be like to marry her one day the whole time
>a little while after that we had the trip planned for the day after my birthday
>going grocery/supply shopping few days later
>kinda early but I just love doing stuff with her
>going to costco is fun when i'm with her
>since the trip is still three weeks away, we decided to go on an adventure in a pickup truck to the mountains that night
>put blankets in the back and pillows
>drove up a secluded and scenic mountain road
>laid there and stared at the stars and moon reflecting on a mountain reservoir
>made love beautifully to her there
>eventually fell asleep
>woke up just before sunrise which was cool
>watched it come up over the mountains with her
>told her I'm so glad she came back for me
>promise her I'll marry her one day
>forgot that stuff like that makes her really emotional
>she burst out crying of course
>at least it was a good crying
>held her and told her sorry for upsetting her
>told me she feels loved and is just overcome with emotion
>says she can't wait till we can be married one day

Knife is arm's reach. Always counts as a deadly weapon. (chimplivesmatter) a shooting tazer will give you what your indicating. The distance to disable and run. Plus it is sold with the intent of being a non lethal self defense tool.

If you're scared, you shouldn't get a weapon that takes deadly courage to use effectively

Alternatively...research blackjacks. They are mini lead clubs.

>play with her hair there for a while
>eventually head down the mountain, but wander around woods for a while in the truck
>super cliche, but we carve out names in a heart into a tree
>fast forward 2 weeks
a little backstory first, though
>my parents were fine, obviously they were a little distant and inattentive but they raised me right for the most part.
>we weren't too much of a family though
>my mom was kind of a unpredictable stereotypical liberal
>had these periods of going into a fuck you mode, where she decided she was a "strong independent feminist" and decided to be absent and hang out with these ugly lesbians
>didn't think much of it as a kid, just thought she was a moron for that
>my dad, however, was and is a mormon who has strong religious beliefs and is every bit as stubborn and unwilling to accept other ideas as my mom
>drove them apart over the years
>I can't prove it, but I have a lot of reasons to believe my dad was seeing other women "through the righteous authority of the church" basically a BS loophole that allows you to leave your spouse if they weren't married to you in a mormon church
>long story short, they drifted apart over the years
>eventually just kinda existed together
>didn't divorce for a mutual understanding of how that would fuck everything up for them and me and my little brother
>at this point, my parents obviously know about me and her
>my mom could not give less of a fuck
>my dad disapproved quite openly
>constantly lectures me about how "the holy spirit won't follow me if I do things the church forbids with her"
>tell him to mind his own business and to fuck off, obviously
>at this point he's pretty much sure I'm fucking her
>gets mad when I come back in the mornings now because he knows she's not just my friend anymore
>eventually escalates like this until he has missionaries and the bishop of his church come over to lecture me

>they were waiting for me on the couch after I came home from getting ice cream with her
>asked me to sit down
>began preaching
>about 30 seconds in, I'm too pissed to sit still
>turn red, veins dilate
>shaking slightly
>"user, are you alr-"
>"stand up so fast I knocked my chair back
>blow up, start yelling at them why I think their entire religion is bullshit and why they need to fuck off
>tell them everything I think is wrong with their "church", including the whole 'you can cheat if your wife isn't mormon and your mistress is'
>tell them they are anything but christians
>tell my dad I found someone I love more than anything and if he can't leave me be, we're gonna have a problem
>stop and look around and think for a second
>they are visibly scared, don't respond
>walk upstairs without another word
>called her
>told her everything that happened
>I decided I'm gonna leave home, maybe for just a little while, but I'm an adult now, may as well just leave for good
>told her that too
>I have a job with good income for a kid who's barely college age
>pack all of my meaningful/useful possessions
>put my shit in my jeep and drive off
>made me proud to have worked for pretty much everything I had right at that moment
>I was self made
>I was free
>drove to her house
>she was kinda freaked out, waiting out front for me

>be old widow
>be retired, nothing to do
>only friend is bird
>love dis bird
>take him out for walks and stuff
>get dog as a new friend but am old widow so difficult to handle
>neighbors have irresponsible son with asshole dog
>neighbors' irresponsible son offers me his dog to be new friend
>dog seems friendly so accept, swap for big dog I can't handle
>all doing well with new dog
>take best friend bird out for daily walk as usual
>feeling good for first time in a decade
>suddenly this new asshole dog goes for best friend bird
>best friend is kill
>dog just runs away
>no friends left
>find out later neighbors' irresponsible son drowned his dog
>he writes self-pitying story, thinks he is victim
>best friend bird just an afterthought in story
>but he was my best friend

>took me inside
>I sat down with her, her dad and sister
>they wanted to know what was going on
>told them the story as bluntly as I could
>they ask what I'm gonna do now
>"well, I've got plenty of money, I'll look for a place to have for a few months here until I go off to college or the military"
>her dad told me he was in a similar situation when he was my age
>said an apartment or condo just isn't the same as having "home" to go back to
>goes on to explain why it's good to go home, not just the place you sleep
>"well, you make a good point, I'm gonna find home then"
>no, user, you don't understand what I'm getting at
>"well, what are you trying to say then?"
>you love my daughter, don't you?
>"well of course, more than anything"
>this is home, user.
>at least until next fall, I want you to stay with us
>normally, I would be very hesitant to accept because I'm super uncomfortable accepting things from other people, or having others do stuff for me
>but she was there
>these guys felt like my family
>my little brother was family too, but he was old enough and big enough to fend for himself now
>still had regular contact with him afterwards too
>I never felt so full of joy, so warm inside all the time
>I used to only feel it when I was with her, but now I loved coming home at the end of the day instead of dreading it
>did things like a family, ate, went out, watched TV and had conversations about anything and everything
>got a lot closer even in that first 8 days before our road trip

What a fucking shit show sap opera. Make your own thread you diseased coattail rider.

But after you shoot a taser don't you need to wind it back up? Like I can't just shoot the tase and run.

>wind it back up

Sides in fucking orbit brb

this is a feels thread, moron. It's actually a pretty good story.

Cheers bro.

cont? or should I just shush?

This threads soo gay.
As bad as trap threads and mlp

Keep going user

might aswell finish it now if u make it quick

I'm a dog lover and have had to put down six dogs in my lifetime. Each one was held by me and talked to gently as they were injected so they knew their best friend was right there with them.

What you did was cruel. Fuck you.

The shooting ones use a disposable cartridge that disconnects from the base manually after firing and which you can "reload" with a fresh cartridge. In emergent situations, the base itself works as a tazer

Sorry, was directed at OP, not

>a woman made you sad

Yeah that clubhouse isn't overflowing or anything

you can also buy a melee taser which doesn't shoot, if u get a decent one it makes nigs fall to the ground easily.

since this is a feels thread the story has to end in the girl dieying or cheating on the Cred Forumsastard

Jesus Christ OP, I was on board with your story as I had to put my girl down last year for similar reasons. With my dog it was a shot and then nothing after a few seconds. Drowning is a terrifying death, it's considered torture for a reason.

Cool Cred Forumsro

>melee taser
>makes nigs fall to the ground easily

Excellent

Sorry for your loss.

Didn't say it was fun or easy. Worst & hardest thing I've done in my life. Worst thing on my conscience & worst secret I keep. It felt like 10 minutes but barely took 1 minute. Very sorry about it. It kills me & I feel like it should.

RIP Miles

You never abandoned him. It wasn't the best way to go but I have seen much worse that was simply attributed to the owner not giving an animal the time of day or just leaving them locked away somewhere.

A minute of pain is nothing compared to trapping yourself in bars trying to escape from a cage and slowly suffocating to death as their tongue swells from dehydration over the course of two days.

I can't imagine, "it could be worse" is what you want to hear, but you could have done incredibly worse.

Regardless of how it went down, you were there for him.

...

cont bro

Holy shit somebody TLDR that story from OP. I don't have that much time.

We don't have time either. Go away.

Dogs are bros.

Alright. Just read it
>have dog
>like dog
>dog sick
>drown dog

Thats not so bad now is it? Goddamnit now I'm not going to have time to shitpost on /asp/ and /trash/

The world holds its breath user.

I'm all invested in this story now

Nope, I'm not fucking reading that.

so did dat dog
not for long enough tho

(are a faggot)