Last week I had to do one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do in my entire life. My dog of thirteen years had developed among other illness diabetes, and she had to be euthanized. This is no joke, it was one of the most painful decisions I've ever made. I wanted to write an article in the hours leading up to her death, but I couldn't. I couldn't do much of anything. In fact I'm just getting over it now, a week later. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this...
I had a really hard time with the fact that I was, in essence, killing my beloved pet. I likened this experience, and in fact, any situation that is similar to the following analogy, picture this: A little boy suffers from cancer... terminal cancer... nothing you can do... well looks like we gotta put a bullet in Billy. That's how I feel. This dog was essentially the sibling I never had. And I'm sure that there are many readers who can relate. A pet is indeed as much a member of the family unit as any other. And to kill a member of your family, whether out of mercy or not, is painful.
I'm sure that there are some dickheads out there that find this amusing, and I'm not one to begrudge a good chuckle to anyone BUT if you do: fuck off. Anyone who finds the misfortune of others, not just mine, but anyone's misfortune funny is a sick fuck. I'm not talking black comedy based movies or even slapstick, but I'm talking real life tragedy. Whether it's big, like a mother losing a child, or small, like my situation, it doesn't mean any less. I was convinced that the fact that I cried over this dog was stupid, because, "It's just a dog." But I was wrong. And thank you to my girlfriend for pointing this out to me.
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