EVERYONE feels bad when a pet has to be put down. It doesn't matter what race you are. It doesn't matter what, and if, you practice a religion. It doesn't matter who you are sexually attracted to. And it seriously doesn't matter who you voted for.
Grief is an equal opportunity paralyzing force.
Pets offer comfort when nothing else will. They slobber their love on us when we leave from one room to go to the bathroom and come back again. Their tails are an indication of their joy and some of them can take you down with their strength. They are the constant picker upper of the crumbs of food left here and there. They can leap with excitement when they have to go out. They bare witness to our secret hopes and dreams. They don't judge. They love a good treat.
The next time you feel yourself getting all wound up about some political injustice - and honestly, depending on the particular day, that could be more than a few times - go look at pictures of puppies. (Or kittens if they're your thing.)
You will say, "Awwwwwww" at least once.
I try to remember we all basically want the exact same thing: social kindness with fiscal responsibility.
Under everything, just another human being, aw huh,
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world
To make me bleed