“I almost lost my wolf to a prolonged seizure today from a new brand of flea killer promoted by a shelter that I applied last night.
And then in the emergency management, a glass bowl shattered into hundreds of pieces from on top of my cat’s kennel onto the floor.
And as I kept petting my wolf’s stiff and twitching body, calling her back to me and trying to soothe her spasms, glass cut into my leg – exacting another blood price.
Yesterday’s snick bit was in the garden.
To pass through the gates of transition between realms, I guess the guardians must get a taste of it.”
Candid Corvid Productions 