Detachment Policy

So I got a call today from the vet saying that my dog has intestinal canecr, which is inoperable. And at the time I thought, "Well, it doesn't matter if it's operable or not, I wouldn't want to pay so much to fix a dog anyhow." I'm a horrible person. I have no idea what caused me to become so detached from being human. The thought that the impending death of my dog didn't even bring a tear to my eye REALLY bothered me. I am a casual observer of life. I peer at it through my telescope and pretend that my part is somewhere in the middle. I'm tired of it though. I want to FEEL life. I need to cry, to be happy, to get angry, to fall in love, to protest. My life is hermettically sealed for protection. change me.