I love the sympathy here. A dead pet is all condolences...dead whores, rapes or miscarriages get met with scorn and insults. Its why I can't bring myself to leave here voluntarily.
I know it's a fucked up way of thinking but my pet is worth more than those things. Plain and simple.
My dog doesn't talk shit about me behind my back. My dog doesn't kick me when I'm down. No matter the atrocious shit I do, no matter how deep the pit of despair is, no matter how paralyzed I am by my fears or my dashed hopes, my dog loves me. I can't say that about any human. He is the only thing I like about me. For that, I owe him the best life I can give him.
The sympathy comes from that, or something close to it.