And I discovered how I could find him, but... I've decided: Revenge isn't worth pursuing. It's time to accept what happened as a fist from the Universe to my face and wake up. No, my ex is blameless (though he was the individual who found him for us). As much as I wish to bring harm to the perpetrator of last year's ruckus, I'm forcing myself to trudge away from that bloodthirsty path. Incase you're wondering: The fur in question gave me and my then-mate laced goods at FC 2011 (of which we were unaware). After we came back from California, they had the unusual effect of driving me temporarily insane toward the end of January on into February, where its effect culminated. The resulting chaos and stresses did more than just temporarily break me inside and drive away my mate...

Universe: I leave the meting out of justice in your magnificent hands. There's nothing I can do to make what happened to me go away, but, I know it's only a matter of time. ...and, Universe: Don't get me wrong. Giving up my desire for vengeance was a crossroads I spent an entire day thinking about.

I apologize for offending others who think reality shouldn't interfere with this furry community, but, after he glibly declared FC 2011 to be a "good times" event, blithely unaware of what his poisoned product did to me and my ex, the wolf in me snarled...