Just a dog

*Warning, this one is probably going to be pretty profanity laden*

 

I get that people who don’t own animals don’t understand the bond between a dog and its human.  I really do get it.  But these people need to learn how to keep their damn mouths shut.  This is a public service announcement:  If you ever find the words “it’s just a dog (or cat)” or “you should just put it out of its misery” gracing your lips with their presence, stop.  Seriously.  Stop talking and walk away.  I don’t give a fat rat’s ass what you think I should be doing with my dog, it’s my money and my life, and if am able to keep my dog alive and happy it’s no one’s business but my own how much money I’m putting into it.

To the lady at the pharmacy today, you can go fuck yourself.  I really hope Karma catches up with you and slaps the shit out of you, because you successfully reached over, ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground, and stomped it flat with those four little words.  I hope you felt like a piece of shit when you walked past me after getting your prescription and I was sitting there in the waiting room sobbing.  Fuck you.  The sheer callousness with which you stated “just put it down” indicates you are a cruel, heartless bitch who doesn’t have any regard for animals, yet you claimed to have had some yourself.  I feel sorry for any animal unlucky enough to live in your house.  Tell me, would you walk up to someone who just found out their baby had Down’s Syndrome and say “just get an abortion”?  Because that’s basically what you did.  And for anyone reading this thinking “dogs/cats aren’t like kids, you’re an idiot to make that analogy”, feel free to leave.  You are not welcome here.

People are cruel and heartless, and they open their mouthes without thinking that what they have to say might be deeply hurtful to another person.  And I’m not talking about the political correctness bullshit like red ink lowers my self esteem, I’m talking about the thoughtless words of moronic people that stab deep and leave lasting wounds.  Words hurt, my friends.  I know that people must always offer their opinion on how others should live their lives and what they should do when a child (or dog) is less than perfect.  Oh, your kid is autistic?  You should just institutionalize him and forget about him.  Oh, your dog is a little cognitively limited and might have a seizure from time to time?  You should just put it down and quit wasting your money.  Don’t say those things, they hurt more than your tiny little brains could ever imagine.

The day my dog is really suffering and in obvious pain, the day my dog has no quality of life, then we will evaluate what is best for her.  Until then, kindly keep your opinions to yourself, or you’re liable to find my fist in your mouth.  I kept my shit together today, I may not be able to the next time.