I remember having a talk with a vet friend about this very subject. We both mused that it feels like having a fucking funeral for a deeply flawed creature that we nonetheless loved very much, and that is now shuffling around like a grotesque, insect-ridden meat puppet.
I remember having a talk with a vet friend about this very subject. We both mused that it feels like having a fucking funeral for a deeply flawed creature that we nonetheless loved very much, and that is now shuffling around like a grotesque, insect-ridden meat puppet.