Cutting Someone Off Feels Like Drowning A Puppy
You are drowning a puppy.
You are so tempted to let the puppy live but for some reason you know in your heart that this puppy, however cute and engaging, is toxic.
So it squirms to use its air path, and it struggles hard to win back the right to breathe but slowly it starts to kick less, struggle less, and all at once, its just a body, silent and stiff, still like death, the most hopeless, desolate stillness.
And in the bubbles that emerge at the top, you see the most distant of memories resurface in the final gasps for air.
Pop, pop, pop.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Catherine Zhang 
I had to cut a friend off while planning her 50th birthday party—and cutting someone off isn’t easy. Read it at http://carolyncholland.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/surprise-50th-birthday-party-aborted/
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I feel like I just witnessed puppy murder!
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Gorgeously awful, which is a good thing. So glad to find you at the Weekly Challenge.
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What a paradoxical compliment. Thanks, J :)
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I feel scared for puppies, but it is hard to let go at times.
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Very hard, especially when the thing that is toxic tastes so sweet…
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Interesting allegory. Glad we got there in the end, though! :)
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My ex husband went down like that puppy, lol! ;^)
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Oh dear! Glad you cut that dead limb though!
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Remind me not to get on your wrong side!
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Creepy but awesome!
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Love the post… as long as you don’t mean me. ;)
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Never you, bumblepuppies!
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That was frightening.
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