THEY ARE BREAKING UP AND THIS IS WHAT SHE SAYS
Around a week ago, my friend’s 5-year-old cat Sprinkles was diagnosed with an ear canal polyp, which is essentially a cancerous growth. Her family is struggling to pay the bills right now trying to put two kids through college and support three family members in their 90s, so there’s no way they can afford the operation to have the polyp removed. If the polyp isn’t removed, it will eventually lead to Sprinkles’ death, which will happen slowly.
I’ve known this cat as long as I’ve known my friend, and she is one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever met. Many people would be devastated if she died, but I think their dog Harley would be the most upset. Ever since Sprinkles was a kitten, Harley made it his purpose in life to protect her. Whenever she goes to the vet, he sits in his bed and cries until she gets back, and whenever he goes for a walk, Sprinkles sits in the window sill in the front of the house waiting.
The vet has given them an estimate of $1600 for the operation and the medication she’ll need for a few weeks post-op, so I’m turning to the internet for help (with the blessing of my friend’s mother, of course). Every dollar counts. Please, please, please consider a donation to help this cat. If you can’t donate, every reblog helps this post reach more people who might be able to.
Here is the link to the GoFundMe. If you have any questions at all, please feel free to contact me and I’ll get back to you ASAP.
please reblog this and if you can donate
:( this is so sad and heart breaking
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This is Amerikkka 2014
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.