I feel immortal. An immortal creature surrounded by beings whose life spans are utterly short. Some lived tragic lives, some peaceful, most chaotic.

I’m not saying that I’m superior to anyone. It’s the animals that we share our planet with is what I’m referring to.

I grew up an only child and my pets where the only company I got most of the time. Since I was a kid, I have witnessed them getting sick, getting old and eventually passing away. I could barely handle it when I was a child. As I got older, I knew death will come one way or another. We only postpone it for sometime and again it comes back. Death is inevitable.

I have lost three in two days. One of old age, the other two was of human error. That human would be me. I don’t want the thought of blaming myself but I can’t help but feel responsible. I am the who’s evolved. I should have been the one who should have known better. The two puppies ate something hazardous and I wasn’t there to stop it.

Maybe this is not the place where I should write this? This place is rich and beautiful, full of wonderful things about life - and here I am corrupting it.