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Originally Posted by The Batlord
The pet thing has always been weird for me. When I was a little kid I'd cry pretty hard when a pet died, and my mom is a pet collector so there were plenty of pets to cry over, from cats to goldfish to hamsters to dogs. Then I got older and more jaded about **** in general and for years I wouldn't even get teary eyed when a pet died. Then a couple years ago this cat who'd really bonded with me died and I was just the biggest, dribbliest, sobbiest wreck. I think it's actually been a good thing though, cause even though I've had countless pets die, there's always been a new one. Not that they replace the first pet, but the first pet had its own special, unique place in my life, but even if that place was now empty that didn't mean that pet #2 wouldn't find their own place in my life that would eventually feel like a necessary component to my existence. Life just goes on and brings new things that don't diminish the old things, and with that comes a change to the feeling of life itself.
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I've had one pet in my life that we had to put to sleep but I was so young at the time I hadn't really bonded with the dog much and didn't feel much empathy. But soon after, we got 2 related dogs and I've pretty much had them since I started remembering most things. I love my dogs, more so one over the other. But there's a major bond and sometimes it keeps me up at night wondering when they might die and how heartbroken I would be. I'd had special real bonding times with them my whole life and my life would just feel weird without them. Sucks because they're getting into that old age now. Those signs are there like infections and episodes and fits. All these problems are not getting much better, although not much worse yet. But it's inevitable, and I dread the day it happens, so I try to comfort them as much as possible and give them the best last days I can give them. This thread is depressing.