Well before I became a book blogger, I stopped reading books about dogs. I don’t mean the kinds of books where dogs are accessories. I mean the kinds of books where dogs are center because: those dogs die.
Truth. We have a dog in our lives, (s)he will die before us, unless we get ill or have an accident.
I know this is true because I’ve read it, and I’ve lived through it.
And I’ve stopped reading it.
Bloggers especially are famed for mentioning triggers. Abuse, suicide, cutting, you name it, but none mentions: the dog dies.
There will be someone out there who tells me: “there are worse things than the dog dying. There are worse things.” But I will shake my head and say: no, there’s nothing worse than the dog dying. Only self-absorbed humans will think that there’s something worse than the dog dying because the dog dying is everything. And only self-absorbed humans don’t see that because being self-absorbed humans they believe that humans are the end all when humans aren’t even the start all. Humans destruct. They annihilate in arrogance. They tear down forests. They destroy ecosystems. Humans, despite their brain size, are about as stupid as stupid can be because of their ego. Dogs don’t have ego. And that’s why the dog dying is everything. Think about it.
The trigger is: the dog dies.