It's probably not so serious, but I don't get attached to things often, so....
My mom had my dog put down today.
He didn't have to die...
She had him killed because he's bitten a few people. (which is his job by the way) But he bit her friend, and obviously he's young and still not trained enough to know better than to bite every stranger that comes into the house. But he'd been getting better. She hadn't even been seriously injured..
I loved that dog, and that's saying a lot because I've only ever been able to say that about three or four things. As a consequence, I'm not used to grief or loss. I was only a little sad when my dad died, but really not very. I haven't been able to stop crying all day now. It bothers me though that no one else in my family seems affected by the loss. My mom laughed and joked with the animal control lady when she came to pick my dog up. No one else really seemed to care either way that the dog that had been born in our house, who we've had for longer than any other pet, was about to die. Am I just overreacting, or is my family really so much more heartless than I'd ever thought...?