Lately one question is starting to eat me alive: why? why can't I save them all...? The day will come, I know it, when this question is going to tear me apart. The day when the guilt is going to simply drive me insane.
Which one to save, which one to leave behind? Which one to love more than the other? Which life is worth living? It's draining me, for 12 years now I've been trying to save as many dogs as one person can save and slowly but surely I am getting close to the limit. The emotional limit that is... Why can't people just take on the fucking responsability they have when they decide to share their life with an animal? It is a living being, it has feelings, it has a soul. Yeah, you who abandon this creature, you don't see it breaking. Right in front of you. You are not the one whith sleepless nights anymore, you don't comfort, you don't share the pain you have caused. You are not the one who has to helplessly watch. You passed on the responsability, out of sight out of mind. How can you let your best friend down? You swore a silent oath, how dare you break it! I am so disgusted by you, you mindless, heartless human beings. When things get uncomfortable you run, you leave your best friend behind because-because what? It is easy. Easy for YOU. Love means work, it means compromises it often is a hard way, a struggle.
If you leave your animal behind it means just one thing: you don't know what love is. You are not compassionate. You can try to talk yourself into the opposite but we both know: it is not true.
Sorry for this but right now my heart is bleeding once again, nothing bad happened it is just... I don't understand... How can you...?