LSS, my dad had to put his dog down this weekend. I just found out--my brother saw it on stepbrother's FB and emailed my dad, my dad replied to him and copied me. It's sad. I'm not saying it's not. I've been there.
But he's all "If I could have given two years of my life to give him two more years, I would have done it in an instant." And he has never shown that much interest in either my brother or me, ever. When I call him, he asks how our weather is and if my car is still getting good mileage, and that's about the extent of his emotional involvement. Which fine, whatever, it is what it is, but it gets under my skin to see him showing about a thousand times more feeling for the effing dog than he ever has for his own offspring.
So I'm jealous of a dead dog. There it is. Not my finest moment, for sure.
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