Hi there. This is my first post. I'm wracked with guilt and self-hate over something and I'm struggling to move on from it. It's nothing graphic or cruel, but irresponsibility that resulted in the suffering of an innocent creature. I'll give the story first, and explain what I'm dealing with now.
When I was a young teen we had dogs and fish, and I got a lizard. The first day I had her she bit me, but I liked her anyway. I was too young and careless to have a pet, and I'd frequently forget to turn on her heat lamp. Sometimes I'd forget to feed her. More than once I went away for a weekend and completely forgot about my responsibilities to her, even after I'd come back for a few hours. She was not well taken care of, and it wasn't out of an ounce of cruelty, but extreme irresponsibility, selfishness about my own stupid life as a mid-teenager and forgetfulness. Hell, sometimes I'd forget to go in to see my bed-ridden grandmother who lived with us for days as well. I was a reprehensible moron.
I would never, ever have hurt an animal on purpose (out of cruelty), in fact I got into a serious altercation with another boy when he tried to step on a baby bird in high school the same time I had her. But in my mind I was still taking care of her, even though she was probably sick and suffering and I was too stupid and selfish to realise the severity of my absent-minded neglect. I sold her when I was accepted to university at 17 to a guy who was really fond of reptiles, so I'm sure she was taken care of then. But it's bothered me ever since, and 10 years later, it's gone from 'I can't believe I did that.' to 'I would do anything to go back, change what I did, give her to someone who would take care of her properly and beat myself into a pulp'. I think about her every day, and how awful I was for not paying attention.
I know this may not sound like a big deal to some people, and to others it may very well sound huge like it does to me. But I loathe myself over this, especially now that I have a dog I got at 21, who I very successfully raised since she was a puppy and would do just about anything for. I actively care about living things greatly, and my heart is broken over my actions and I'm struggling to deal with it. I feel as though I don't deserve forgiveness and I deserve to feel this way. Maybe I do. But I could use some help on how to better deal with the feeling at least.
I apologise to her every day, even though she's nowhere near me. I feel like utter trash.