You wake up from your nap feeling refreshed, but your relaxed state is quickly destroyed by an irritating sound. “H-huu huu huu. Fiwebaww wan wun an pway, wan huggies an wub… huu huu…” Fireball. You have to take care of Fireball. You stand up, letting your feet land near him. “H-huu huu, daddeh, pwease hewp Fiwebaww, nu wan heawt huwties nu mowe, onwy wan huggies an’ wub, an wan pway again.” You grab him by the scruff, roughly. You walk outside, and go to the nearby “Trash drop off area” in your neck of the suburbs.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Fireball? Your legs are gone. You aren’t playing ever again. You aren’t running ever again. You continue to call be dad despite knowing on some level that I am the one responsible for every bad thing that’s happened in your life? Maybe I’m giving you too much credit. Maybe you aren’t smart enough to remember that I’M the one who got you to get your legs taken. Maybe you don’t remember all the massaging I do against your stumps, as a constant reminder that you will never run or play again? Maybe you don’t remember me stating multiple times that I DO NOT LOVE YOU.”
Fireball looks like he’s about to die of heartbreak. “Fiwebaww j-jus wan daddeh tu wub Fiwebaww!” You just smile at him. You arrive at the refuse drop off, and decide to set Fireball down between an old sofa and a busted up dresser. “Fireball, I don’t know what more I have to do to prove that I don’t love you. Maybe leaving you here forever would be proof enough.” Fireball shakes his head back and forth.
“N-NU! Nu weabe Fiwebaww! Fiwebaww wiww be gud fwuffy! Nebah hab saddies, o ask fo anyting!” You shake your head. “The breeder I got you from said you were the single most well behaved fluffy he had ever met. You always followed my rules, and were an incredibly good pet.” Fireball is crying now. “You didn’t do anything to deserve anything that happened to you. I just did it because I could. I did it because I’m better than you. I did it because one less fluffy on this god forsaken planet means another step closer to paradise.”
“W-w-why daddeh h-h-hate Fiwebaww?” You laugh. “You still don’t get it! I don’t hate you for anything you did! I hate you for existing! Your kind embodies everything I have ever wanted! All I wanted was someone to hug me, to tell me that I’m loved! All I wanted was to be happy!” Every time you talk about why you do what you do, you contradict yourself! You can’t even lie to yourself right!
“D-daddeh, Fiwebaww wan hewp wif saddies. Fiwebaww nu can hug, bu’ daddeh can hug Fiwebaww.” You jab your finger into his chest. “You don’t actually think that, you were programmed to think that!” How is that any different from you being ‘programmed’ to think certain things? Are you even in control? "All your kind do is try and get food from humans, and be taken in! Your species is completely self serving! A literal parasite on humanity! Self serving could certainly describe you as well! Always blaming everything else around you for your own disappointment and failure!
“Your kind are so quick to screw each other over for their own benefit!” Have you actually seen this happen, or is it just something you say to yourself to make you feel like what you’re doing is justified? “NO! STOP TALKING! I KNOW THAT I’M RIGHT! I KNOW THAT WHAT I’M DOING IS THE RIGHT THING! HOW COULD I BE WRONG?!”
You open your eyes, and Fireball just stares back at you, terrified. “D-daddeh hab head-sickies…” You pause. “W-what did you say, Fireball?” Fireball looks back at you, tears streaming down his fluff. “D-daddeh hab head-sickies, nee see doctah tu make bettah.” You just stare back at him. “Goodbye, Fireball.”