... when I was visiting my grandparents in San Diego, my mom got me all excited to go for a ride in the car with my aunt Beatrice, and something awful happened that day. I'm not sure what, all I remember is going to work with her, then they put me up on a table and held me down, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up from a dream and I felt dizzy, and my stomach hurt. After we went home, my mom talked baby talk to me and laughed at me and made me take pills and I didn't feel good for a few days. People kept talking about fixing me (I didn't even know I was broken) and they said my girlie parts were gone. I looked around, like under the couch and stuff, but I couldn't find them. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for.
Most of the time I love going for car rides, but I hope that never happens again.
3 comments:
oh, you poor thing, that sounds frightful!
rudy... your mom must be awfully mean to do something like that to you... my thoughts are with you.
I'm guessing Rudy didn't tell you why she had to get "fixed"....... I caught her breast feeding a kitten, what else could i do?
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