Apr 2023
This question gets asked about pretty much every movie that has a dog in it. Nobody cares if the human dies. Kill all the people you want, but if you kill that dog, I can't watch. Not just dogs either, pretty much any animal. Or any mammal, anyway. I can't remember anybody complaining about the death of a fish or a reptile off hand.
Seems weird, doesn't it? I mean, we are humans. It feels like the death of a fellow human should upset us more, but it doesn't. Maybe it's not that way for everybody, but it certainly is for me. I get upset just seeing an animal in a horror movie, because I know there is a 95% chance it will die. I have to keep telling myself "it's just a movie" to get through it. The people though? Fuck 'em.
Why is that? In the past I may have tried to come up with excuses. But let's be real here. The reason is obviously because I like animals a lot better than people. I'm not going to deny it anymore. Now I'm not saying I hate people across the board. There are some good ones. But no animal has ever done anything to hurt me the way a human has.
Yet for some reason, I eat animals, but not humans....đ¤
Seems weird, doesn't it? I mean, we are humans. It feels like the death of a fellow human should upset us more, but it doesn't. Maybe it's not that way for everybody, but it certainly is for me. I get upset just seeing an animal in a horror movie, because I know there is a 95% chance it will die. I have to keep telling myself "it's just a movie" to get through it. The people though? Fuck 'em.
Why is that? In the past I may have tried to come up with excuses. But let's be real here. The reason is obviously because I like animals a lot better than people. I'm not going to deny it anymore. Now I'm not saying I hate people across the board. There are some good ones. But no animal has ever done anything to hurt me the way a human has.
Yet for some reason, I eat animals, but not humans....đ¤
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I think about this sometimes. There is a certain odd weightiness to our responsibility to grieve for our deceased pets. Even in our own neighborhoods and social circles, most of our friends are often barely even aware that our pets exist. But they do exist, and we are the only ones who understand that our own specific pet was a PERSON, with likes, dislikes, pet peeves (ha ha), loyalty, guilt (well, dogs feel guilt, I'm not so sure about cats), and plenty of other "human" attributes. Anyway, I feel that definite sense of WEIGHT to our responsibility to pause our daily routines a little and spend some time thinking about what our pet meant to us. I like to imagine that maybe their furry little souls hang around and try to remain our partners in our lives, for awhile, before they head off to wherever they head off to.
Years ago, I was the one who had to bury my childhood dog in our backyard, when she died. My brother and sister were both out of town. I buried her with some of her favorite chew toys, and little plastic or rubber dog toys, and a cheap old ticking clock to keep her company, because I remembered that you are supposed to give puppies a ticking clock to keep them company at night. (They think it's a fellow living creature, with a beating heart, so they try to bond and snuggle with it). I had it in my head that it would sort of help her with her transition to death... something like that. Anyway, I hate the fact that I can't visit her gravesite, because my mom moved away from there a long time ago and it's somebody else's property now.
Argh.