This past weekend, I made it through one of the big bosses in act 3 of Baulder’s Gate. I wept like a child over Karlach’s monologue about how she still feels empty after killing the guy who sold her to devils, and it didn’t change the fact that she was going to die. What’s the point of it all?
There’s are two things.
My first girlfriend tricked me into getting her pregnant. My sister adopted our progeny. He turned eighteen a few months ago. He’d be well within his rights to hate me, but recently he’s been reaching out to me. I’ve been reaching out to him, too, and he’s responded. Every time we talk I want to cry from relief. I’m so happy he doesn’t hate me.
The other is the only dog I’ve ever had whom I chose to put down. She was the best dog I’d ever met but her pancreas had failed. She wasn’t eating and she was peeing blood, but what right did I have to decide her life was over? I hope I spared her some suffering.
Recently my nephew talked to me about my ex-dog. My goodness were there some emotions that night.