My friend brought his previous dog into work every day for 5 years (where I work as well), and I would look after her while he went on holidays. I can’t get a dog because of my living arrangements so I loved her like my own. 

Three weeks ago my friend left her in his car on a hot day and she died. I was with him when he realised and I will never forget the trauma he went through over the next few days dealing with the guilt. I helped where I could. I am one of the few people outside his family who knows how she really died. 

This week he got new dog. 

I want a dog so badly but can’t get one. He gets a new dog so easily like it’s a replacement houseplant that’s filling a gap on a shelf from the previous plant he neglected?

Every time I look at his new dog I see the tortured lifeless face of his old dog. A dog I loved so dearly.

He has noticed I show no interest in his new dog. He asked if I wanted to talk about it. He said getting a new dog was important for him. I said I didn’t judge him for his decision and I think I meant it. I just want nothing to do with her. 

Is there some nasty envy-thing going on in my head? AITA?




