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I still feel like shit about killing Smokey.
It's not anything selfish like wanting him around forever but the fact he had no clue about his approaching death. There's some kind of injustice in that. Nothing about his renal failure made his life so miserable for him, at least not at that stage. The only other time I was around for when we snuffed a pet was Molly and she was miserable. There was no mercy with Smokey. It feels like it was done for convenience. Guilt guilt guilt.
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