long day

with too much movement.

i got home, and went to get out of the car i was driven home in. across the road from my apartment complex, there used to be an emergency centre for animals - it's recently moved across town, but with very little publicity, and without changing the directory online. i saw a couple, one in the car, and the other with something wrapped in a blanket buzzing the door and pacing.

i ran over to them, and called my housemate who could check the new location online for me. a little dog was in the man's arms, wrapped in a gray blanket, his nose poking out, his face wet and his terrier hair sticking up. he was crying, wailing, so high pitched and heartbroken that i wanted to cry with him. it hurt to hear it, to see these tiny little toes poking out of the blanket, hearing him cry. they got in the car, drove off with the address, clearly panicked and heartbroken and distressed beyond belief. their baby, their little one, oh god, oh god.

too much drama, too much pace and fury and temperaments and speed and abject. it is too much, i want to slow down to vegan cupcakes and hair cuts and cuddles and rabbits.