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Friday, Sept. 16, 2011 @ 3:11 pm
Mabel



Mabel, Mabel, Mabel. My heart aches.

Daniel took her back to the SPCA. She is afraid of him still after a full year. She fights with Alf. She has destroyed our couch and the carpet in two rooms.

But she is sweet. God, she is sweet and delicate and funny and wild and playful and intuitive. But she doesn't fit into our family. But I love her.

The shelter calls after less than 24 hours, saying that she is a terror and is not adobtable and if we don't pick her up by 5pm that she will be put down. This is the place that is supposed to stand up for animal rights. She was 'adoptable' when we got her, and she's been living in the lap of luxury since then. No moral vet would put this animal down - her fur is as thick and shiney as a beaver pelt, her eyes clear and bright.

I'm worried about her there right now. I want to tell Daniel that we have to go get her, but it will be the same problems over again.


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