Nightshade-Valentine

So i was on my deviantart page as usual and i noticed that i had 10,004 pageviews.
10,004 pageviews.
my question is...
WHERE THE HELL WAS I WHEN THIS HAPPENED?!

(btw, thank you)

Yeah
i'm alive
just been busy
in recent news, i gotta job
having a job means you don't have much time unfortunately v.v
i'm working on some stuff so i'm hoping to have some of my art up some time soon
you know, if any of you guys are wondering

So for my birthday i got to go watch the movie The Raven. It was amazing. I mean, if you love the works of Poe, or just want to see a decent horror film minus the pornographic sex scene/cliches, i'd recommend this. Granted it's rated R, but more for blood. This movie was jizz your pants fantastic to me because i love Poe and to see his works in a movie was incredible. The acting is great also, and i love John Cusack's characterization of Poe and his dialogue, it was witty and melancholic. Really, just a great movie overall.

I had a pet dog named Henry. He was a 13 year old shetland sheepdog who I'd had since I was two. He was getting old so we were going to put him down some time this year. Not today though.

This morning I woke up to the sound of dogs barking and my dog yelping. I looked outside to my window and saw that two pitbulls were attacking my dog in my yard. I yelled for my mom to go get him and she did. When she came in she was holding him in her arms with a towel. He was bleeding from his mouth, side, and paws. She told me to stay with him on the kitchen floor and to make sure he stayed down while she called the police (she'd locked the pits in our yard). I stayed with him, crying, telling him it was going to be alright, that he was such a good, good dog.
He was having a hard time breathing. I looked at the wound on his side to notice that I could hear air coming through it. I pressed some of the towel to his side to stop the bleeding and thought it might have helped with the air that I thought might have been escaping from his lungs. I was with him for a while like that, just holding it there and petting his face and cleaning up his mouth and the floor around him of his blood.

My mom called my Grandpa to come help us. I begged her to take Henry to the vet but she didn't want to before the police arrived. After a while it became evident that the police were not coming soon, when my Grandpa told us he'd seen a patrol car giving someone a ticket just up the road. He went to go see if he was still there and my mom tried to find the vet's number in the phone book. Luckily, the policeman still was and he got a look at Henry and took the two pitbulls and Grandpa and i went to the vet.
I held Henry in my lap (still in a towel) the entire ride there (though Grandpa had to carry him). We went into the vet and she told us that his chest cavity had been opened and that the air rushing in was causing too much pressure on his lungs so they were collapsing. She told us that the surgery would cost around $7000 dollars and since he was old he still might not make it, and that it would be better if he just was put down. I called my mom and asked her if it was okay with her if we put him down, and she said yes. I signed on it, and the vet put Henry down.

Honestly, it was a lot easier to see him not in pain anymore. I don't want to seem callous or cold, but it was so much better to watch him calm than to watch him suffer.

I am.
SO.
BORED.