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[14 Sep 2011|05:48pm] |
I don't really want to do this here and I don't know what exactly I can say. I can't not say something though. This is just the fastest way to let everyone know that Wellard's is closed.
Dr. Moore is no longer with us. He died sometime last night, maybe this morning. I don't know. They called me this morning. Someone had found his car with him still in it. He was such a great bloke and for him to go like this. I just can't understand it. Why him? He was never cruel, he had been just as good as any other wizard out there. He was always kind to me and my sister adopted her first cat with his advice. Flora never really liked cats before and now she's just smitten and that damn cat hates everyone else.
I don't know what's going on, but I know what I hear and I really want everyone to be careful out there. I haven't felt like this in a long time, but you just have to carry on. Grady would have wanted us to carry on. I'm going to swing by the clinic and check on everything later today. Before dark. If anyone needed to pick their pets up today, we'll try to work something out. I'll probably do that after I go talk to the constable.
Give me your email or number if you want me to let you know when any kind of service will be. Wellard's will be up again after they figure some things out, but if you need anything for your pets, just ask. Hell, if you just need a ride from the pub. I'm here.
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[17 Jun 2011|05:10pm] |
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So, who wants a cat? He's got all his shots, he's been fixed. We call him Choker because he hates ties and likes to dig his claws in to them and just yank. Personal experience, that. I'd advise a woman adopt him. No offense, just woman aren't as prone to wearing ties. He's a sweetie besides that, I swear. He'd be perfect to climb up in your lap at the end of a long day after you fix yourself some tea and slip off your shoes. I don't suggest he's good for mums. He's already almost ten years old and you don't really want to explain to them about the puss farm in the country, now do you? And Hell, I'd take him if I if I didn't already have a few mutts of my own and I'm still not sure how many cats keep coming to my back door at the end of the day.
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[16 Dec 2008|12:32pm] |
NEWTS threw me off, but I have an announcement to make. My girlfriend is the best Quidditch player in this whole bloody school! Beauty, brains, and athletic? I'm the luckiest bloke around. If she doesn't have twice my marks on her own NEWTS then I'll eat my own tie.
So we're not just almost done here for the year, we're almost done here forever. Isn't that sodding mad? No more late night study sessions. No more being shushed in the library. Now I'm off to working late and being shushed when I slip in to visit Mum.
It's too bad we can't have one big blow out, but maybe someone can throw a Christmas party sometime or New Years even. I'd be there!
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