When I was a kid, a stray cat attacked my mom. She was scratched like crazy by the feline.
Retribution was in order.
No one hurts my mother and gets away with it. So a much younger and thinner Raft3r, armed with a baseball bat, went to the backyard in search of the cat.
I tried a swing at the pussy and it reacted violently. The bitch jumped straight to my face and scratched my eye.
Since then Raft3r consciously became a dog lover.
Ever since I could remember, my family always owned a dog. We currently have Oreo, a (mixed) Maltese and Freeway, a Pomeranian.
We used to have mongrels and champion breed golden retrievers. Sugar was my favorite. She was smart and sweet. We did everything together.
Raft3r doesn’t cry over heartbreaks. But when Sugar died, I cried buckets of tears.
I was a wreck.