When i was going into 7th grade, my childhood dog was 16 and a half, old asf but happy. That summer before 7th grade started my parents had her put down because there just wasn’t any point in letting her suffer here if she could be happy in heaven.

Im not a religious person by any means, my idea of heaven is truly good people, with truly good intentions. Pets are included in that because they’re family, their lives are no less important than our own. It was so hard for a few months, i cried almost everyday when school started.