Googie, or Why Rabbits Will Forever Remind Me of Little Kids Dying

I intended to include an ode to another memorable childhood pet in my post about Billy. Given the two animals’ disparate qualities, however, it seemed unjust to lump them together. Though Googie touched my life in a less profound way than Billy did, his years on this earth—and especially, as I will explain, his death—left … Continue reading Googie, or Why Rabbits Will Forever Remind Me of Little Kids Dying

Billy

In recent months, a few concerned parties have suggested that I consider getting a seizure response animal. I'm not opposed to the idea. In fact, I go through phases in which I wholeheartedly (and deludedly) assume that that adopting a dog would drastically and instantaneously change my life for the better, though I'll admit that … Continue reading Billy