That feels like somewhat of a lie…
We put him down. He was suffering, yet it still feels a little wrong to me. It is still taking a life, and without verbal consent. Maybe that’s silly for a dog. Maybe I worry too much about silly things.
I think about the morality of owning a dog, of owning any living soul. We can do all that we can to make them happy, but we don’t do all that we can. Is it ultimately selfish?
But we can’t do all we can to make them happy all of the time. Dogs would get overweight real quick. We push it aside by saying we do our best sure, but we don’t put them at the top priority. We go to work, we take care of ourselves. But maybe it’s too much to ask for all or nothing.
What gets me is that they didn’t ask to be brought into the world. To live in what the Buddhists call “suffering.” I guess all we can hope for is that the life they live was is/was worth living.
I wish I gave him more treats while he could still eat treats.
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RIP
Luke