Loving this tiny creature so much opened me up to a depth of unimaginable pain when he passed. I can’t put into polite words the personal terror and gruesomeness of endings like these, that I have known more than once, and have gone through alone. Some people act like having compassion for creatures is a sign of weakness but if I were a weak person I would have closed my heart after the others to never feel this kind of pain again. And if I’d done that I would have never met Owen. If you know me, you know what he meant to me, and if you don’t know what he meant to me, you don’t know me. Loving a person or a creature all the way, with your whole heart, is the bravest thing I can think of and fuck the weak people who act otherwise.