This is usually it for me, but recently I’m feeling down because there’s a strong chance that my just-turned-one-year-old puppy will outlive me. By a lot. And then her life would be depressing because my partner would largely leave her home alone, not play with her, not take her anywhere, and not keep up with her medical needs.

Meanwile, I don’t actually want to live as long as she should and I would feel so guilty leaving her behind, even if I end up having little or no control over it.

So I alternate between living for my dogs (the other one is getting old, so I don’t worry about this with her so much) and wishing that I had never gotten the puppy. But of course, I got the puppy so I wouldn’t kill myself when the older dog dies. It’s a conundrum.