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"Worse: the thought of returning to any kind of normal routine seemed disloyal, wrong. It kept being a shock every time I remembered it, a fresh slap: she was gone. Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away."

i'm not bothered by the gore of roadkill, maggots, or eaten eyes but picking up an animal that's already bloated makes me feel so gross like the feeling of it is so horrible to me

from what i've been able to see, the skull is shattered but there's at least one half of the jaw with teeth on it, also good vertebrae which i'm happy abt bc vertebrae are my favorite bones rn! when i have them all cleaned up i can take pics of my cat vertebrae with my small bird vertebrae