A Sad Circumstance.

Something reminded me today of those times when I had to take an animal to the vet to be put down. There’s something insufferably bizarre about going through the practical motions to bring it about. I never had much difficulty making the decision once I was convinced that the animal was in pain or had no quality of life left, but the sense of desolation was still a bit unpleasant. I first felt it as a young child when Peter the budgie died, and it got worse as I grew older.

And do you know what I find really bizarre, even though I obviously understand the rationale? You have to pay for it. You have to give somebody money to kill your beloved companion. That’s one of life’s weirder little tricks.