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Worthless Human Continues to be Worthless
Oct. 29th, 2022 02:07 amMy sister sunk to a new low.
Considering Cheesecake was HER pet, HER responsibility, I tasked her to find a facility that handles pet cremation. Also, I let her know she needed to step up financially and pay for it since she has skirted ALL financial responsibility regarding Cheesecake's care (this includes, feeding, housing, toys, etc.). This was the LEAST she could do for him.
Thinking she would finally do the right thing and get this done, I went back to work. How fuckin wrong was I.
After work I checked-in with my mom regarding Cheesecake's end of life care. My shock quickly turned to red hot anger when I found out my lazy, no good, cunt of a sister told my mom there were no facilities that would do pet cremation in our state and the only course of action was to dump Cheesecake in the fuckin dumpster like a piece of trash.
I knew that was a fuckin lie. Did she actually think I would believe that no one would offer pet cremation, in the entire state of California?! Really?! Did this bitch even fuckin try to find one? Or was this cunt trying to get out of paying for it? Probably both. When things are not a priority for her, she half-asses shit then washes her hands of it and leaves others to clean up her messes.
Even in my boiling hot anger, in UNDER FIVE MINUTES I managed to find a place that would cremate Cheesecake for $305 and it was less than a mile away. I phoned the animal hospital for confirmation, which only took less than three minutes.
Just when I think she can't sink lower, she always manages to prove me wrong. She has done a lot of nasty shit, but this one, she can't come back from, at least not with me.
I drove my mom to the vet hospital where we completed the paperwork and dropped Cheesecake off for the last time. We will get notification when his ashes are ready to be picked up.
Since my mom paid for the service, I'm willing to bet she'll give the ashes to my deadbeat sister. That is my mom's MO--the spineless enabler.
It's been a long shitty day. I'm going to workout to relieve some of this anger and stress.
Considering Cheesecake was HER pet, HER responsibility, I tasked her to find a facility that handles pet cremation. Also, I let her know she needed to step up financially and pay for it since she has skirted ALL financial responsibility regarding Cheesecake's care (this includes, feeding, housing, toys, etc.). This was the LEAST she could do for him.
Thinking she would finally do the right thing and get this done, I went back to work. How fuckin wrong was I.
After work I checked-in with my mom regarding Cheesecake's end of life care. My shock quickly turned to red hot anger when I found out my lazy, no good, cunt of a sister told my mom there were no facilities that would do pet cremation in our state and the only course of action was to dump Cheesecake in the fuckin dumpster like a piece of trash.
I knew that was a fuckin lie. Did she actually think I would believe that no one would offer pet cremation, in the entire state of California?! Really?! Did this bitch even fuckin try to find one? Or was this cunt trying to get out of paying for it? Probably both. When things are not a priority for her, she half-asses shit then washes her hands of it and leaves others to clean up her messes.
Even in my boiling hot anger, in UNDER FIVE MINUTES I managed to find a place that would cremate Cheesecake for $305 and it was less than a mile away. I phoned the animal hospital for confirmation, which only took less than three minutes.
Just when I think she can't sink lower, she always manages to prove me wrong. She has done a lot of nasty shit, but this one, she can't come back from, at least not with me.
I drove my mom to the vet hospital where we completed the paperwork and dropped Cheesecake off for the last time. We will get notification when his ashes are ready to be picked up.
Since my mom paid for the service, I'm willing to bet she'll give the ashes to my deadbeat sister. That is my mom's MO--the spineless enabler.
It's been a long shitty day. I'm going to workout to relieve some of this anger and stress.
