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.
Thursday, 28 February 2013
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.