Becki rarely makes me angry - she’s a bit too pathetic for that - but her and her family’s treatment of Ricketts has riled me today.
You have a duty to your pets; whether that duty be ensuring you’re financially able to keep them, or have the living conditions to keep them safe and healthy, or putting your pain before theirs when the time comes.
I had to have my beautiful boxer girl put to sleep a couple of years ago when she was 7 - she went from slightly under the weather to being diagnosed with incredibly aggressive cancer in a week and a half, and the moment I knew the pain and discomfort she would be in I made the decision to stop it for her. I cradled her as she died in my arms.
This was despite my unconditional love for her. Rather, it was BECAUSE of my unconditional love for her. The day I lost her was the second worst of my life, and when you consider the one at the top was when my Dad cancelled his subscription to life when I was 14 it gives you an idea of the scale.
And you know what? Presented with the same scenario, I would do it all over again to protect her from a second more pain.
It’s what you do as a responsible pet owner. I don’t know what I’m thinking though; I rarely comment on the wider family but I’m going to here: not a fucking responsible bone between them. Whether that be not protecting kids; not addressing their life-shortening choices; not managing their finances; not spending time with ailing parents; not keeping a teenager on the straight and narrow when it comes to their education.
The underbelly.