Loss
We lost a family member last night. My pet rat Storm, was euthanized after her tumors grew so large they burst from her skin. Trust me, I was grossed out as much as you probably are right now. I’m used to my pets dying of natural causes FAR before they become what looks like a furry Jabba The Hutt.
I know most people would consider me to be monstrous keeping her alive this long. Its really a two-pronged reason: the first is that we can’t afford a veterinarian to euthanize her and the second is that I’m a big fat sissy-pants. I understand that the rat was probably in a tremendous amount of pain from having her insides turn into her outsides, but I just couldn’t do it.
Amy is stalwart about getting a dog. We had a (one-sided) discussion about living well and getting what we deserve. I found afterwards, I completely agreed with her.
After so many years of college and working professionally, I damn well deserve something that I’ve wanted since I was a kid. However, I’m pretty sure I’ll be setting myself up for heartbreak when the canine dies in 10 years or so.
July 21, 2010