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Bronson was ~3 when dad killed Bill and Ted.

i got him when he was 3 months old from some hoarders that were keeping him and his 3 siblings in the same small crate for 10 hours a day. I remember thinking it was like I was saving a dog from my dad at the time even.

Beast had been lost at sea in June. Dad let me know a week later in July that he was now no longer a person I cared about, and I got Bronson a week later.

Getting Bronson was my attempt to prove my dad wrong or something. That I could be provably better than him. That I could nurture goodness and life and love in spite of that malignant cancerous faggot whose own "best friend" decided it was safer to take his chances with the open ocean than to spend another fucking minute dealing with his bullshit.