My sister’s dog is getting out down today. At least I hope it is. I say that not to be mean, but because it’s time, and it has been for so damn long, and that dog deserves to not be suffering just because your selfish and a coward. (Harsh). I saw that out of bitterness that her dog made it near 15 years and ours died at nine. And out new dog is great for the family (meaning, our kids love her), but she’s not our old girl. And we miss her. And that’s not fair.
But here I am, having just put down the first part of a contract with an architect to design us a new house, and we’re both employed and working from home, and our kids and family are healthy. Things are objectively great for us. And this is shitty for my sister. But even then, there are the thoughts of “how come we lost ours so soon?” and “how come its taken you so long to do what’s right?”
Life and feelings are complicated.