Why do I think that there has to be a reason behind everything?
Because exactly two years after I had to put my cat down because of feline lymphoma, my dog probably has cancer and a month left to live. Because four months after my dad’s best friend died of cancer, his dog is headed down the same path.
That’s just too awful to be a coincidence. But what reason could there possibly be for killing innocent, faithful animals? There is no justice, and no loyalty in that. There is science, and I hate that science doesn’t give me someone to be angry at. Science doesn’t have compassion for things like the love of a pet. It doesn’t care or understand that this dog, this handsome lad who loves snow almost as much as he loves my dad, is my dad’s best friend. Science doesn’t have anything to do with emotions, but I swear if we could keep Buddy healthy by sheer force of will, it would happen.
My dad can’t lose his best friend again.
It needs to snow in New Jersey. It needs to be beautiful, fluffy snow, and my dog needs to be well enough to play in it and love it. If he can’t get better completely, and live for many years to come, please make that happen in exchange for whatever I’ve done right in my life.
Everything about this is cruel. Loving a pet is one of the purest things in the world. How can that not be enough to prevent anything bad from happening to them? They’re innocent. How can we not be able to protect them?
I don’t understand why the universe works this way.