But now I’m sad because all the top posts in this sub are all just posts about pets being put down. It never used to affect me much when I first stumbled upon this place. After all, I was just reading about other people’s lives, what could I do about it? But then I got a dog, a sweet little beagle who loved to cuddle and chase after squirrels. He was my constant companion, my confidant, my friend. He even comforted me during my darkest days, as he lay his head on my lap when tears streamed down my face.
But one day, I came home to find him sprawled on the floor, panting hard and unable to move. I rushed him to the vet, but they told me that he had developed a rare disease and that there was no cure for it. They said that the best course of action was to put him down, to end his pain and suffering. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, but I also couldn’t bear the thought of letting him suffer. So I reluctantly said goodbye to him, his tail wagging weakly as the vet injected him with the lethal potion.
Ever since then, I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness whenever I read those posts about pets being put down. It reminds me of my own loss, my own grief. I try to avoid them, but they seem to crop up everywhere, haunting me with memories of my dear departed dog. It’s as if the universe is conspiring to bring me down, to make me remember that pain and that sadness. And so I sit here, alone and hollow, wishing for one more day with my furry friend, one more chance to say goodbye.