Spotty

How do you deal when the dog you’ve had for 11 years is dying before your very eyes?

How are you supposed to act when you see your dog deteriorating day by day?

How do you stop this feeling of helplessness from washing over you every time you look into her sad, teary eyes?

How are you supposed to prepare for the inevitable day when she leaves?

How do you stop the uneasiness and irrational panic of knowing you might not be by her side when she breathes her last?

How the hell do you prepare someone who has never experienced the death of a family pet, especially one who has been with the family for over a decade?

I am sorry I couldn’t do more. Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you.

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