Random memory resurfaced of being in the barber’s chair. I was 30 years old, Linda had been cutting my hair since I was 3.

After the cut for the first time ever, she ran the trimmers over the backs of my ears. That had never happened before.

I immediately realized in that moment I’m old and I now have old man hair on my ears

  • stinky@redlemmy.comEnglish
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    8 days ago

    Playing with my cat on my bed. I’m dangling a string and she’s chasing it around. She’s happy. No fear at all. I’m so proud of myself that I’m able to give this tiny creature a good life, happy and warm, and that she trusts me.

    • loaf@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
      121·
      8 days ago

      I feel the same about my dog. Sometimes, I’ll watch her play outside and then I’m hit with this… emotional wave, hoping that I’ve been giving her the best like possible, and that she’s happy.