For as long as man has been, I think dogs have been beside him. Boy and Dog and Man and Dog are founding precepts of the Brithonnic and American races, completely commonly understood relationships stranger people do not understand. Dog in some ways has historically been a tool as much as a companion, but I know very few people today who would categorize their dog that way. Dogs today are companions, strange domestic spirits who exist purely to improve and regulate your life. Accounting for another creature who is so preternaturally innocent and naive fundamentally carves good character into men, and anyone understands that people that mistreat dogs are bad people. With advancements in commonly available medical technology we extend our gracious hand to the lower species around us, out of benevolence and personal love- and so now you can know your dog has cancer.
The immediate thing you might ask yourself is: What, God, honestly, is the point of a dog getting cancer. In the Grand Design. What a weird thing to happen to a dog. Then you think, he can never have any conception of what is happening in his body, he will just shit less and pee more and be tired and eat less. And then die. Is that cruel? It’s a gift obviously to be completely void of suffering because of a lack of awareness of something as traditionally unbeatable as cancer. Dogs live for You, they are bred that way- a dog gets cancer because you feed him quadruple pressed meat and chew cubes his whole life, your dog gets cancer for you. And for you, your dog will never complain about their cancer. They will suffer almost noncommunicable ills, and stridently keep shitting and eating and sleeping until they die because they begin to fail at one of those functions. Was it better for dogs to get mangled on battlefields or starve to death? Karma might inform us that to be an American house dog is probably the single best existence humanly possible, doubtless to me that countless heroes are reincarnated as dogs and enjoy the consequence of the human life of miserable awareness lived to its peak with a vacation in the body and mind of an animal who can only exist in a buddha state of love and righteous anger. We might even understand that a dog lives its life in a fifth or less of a man’s so that a man can understand human death, when he too stops shitting, eating, or sleeping enough.