Monday, February 28, 2011

Donald Virginia on Empathy

            About 5 years ago, I’m not sure on the exact date. My dog Hobbes had to be put down. This had been expected since we got him, because he had a bad ankle. We were actually surprised he was alive that long. But the pain got to be too much, so we had to put him down. Now, about a year ago, maybe over the summer of 2010, my friend’s dog died. His name was Austin, he was a great dog. His dog died because of carbon monoxide poisoning. The chimney cleaners blocked his chimney to clean, but never took the cap off. It could’ve been another reason, but I do know it was the chimney cleaners fault for the monoxide in his house. I feel sympathy because I know what it’s like to lose a favorite family pet in its prime, and unexpectedly. I only had a few days to get my dog ready to get put down, with some TLC. But he had no warning. I couldn’t imagine what that felt like. This is the best example of empathy, in my opinion.