Some select quotes from this IMHO thread about what you would pay to get your pet fixed up by a vet.
Newsflash, idiots: Unless you’re actually talking about your baby goats, your animals ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING KIDS.
They didn’t form from your sperm cells merging with an egg. They don’t contain your genes. Not one of your animals is worth more than a single actual kid on this entire planet.
In case you’re wondering, this doesn’t appear to be just a figure of speech from these folks. This is from people who apparently would risk their house to pay for medical treatment for their pets.
While spending every cent you’ve ever earned, and selling your house and your car and going into credit card debt to pay for an actual kid’s medical treatment makes perfect sense. . .if you do it for an animal, you’re a fucking moron. There are other animals out there (and actual kids) who could benefit from the money you’re wasting.
Just because you’ve developed a completely out-of-whack emotional attachment to an animal who only likes you because you feed it and pet it doesn’t make it your fucking kid.
You could have saved the dog and all it’s children from a burning building and you know what. . .it doesn’t give a fuck. All it knows is that if it looks at your a certain way, you’ll feed it and/or massage it.
Sure, you might love your dog. It gives you companionship. It gives you something to laugh at. Something to do, a good reason to get out of the house. It acts happy when you come through the door because you feed it and play with it. It’s easy to buy a dog’s affection (that’s what some are bred for). None of that makes it a kid.
I’m sorry that the circumstances of your life have actually got you to the point where you are calling your dogs your kids. If you’re doing that, then I suspect you have missed out on actual love from actual people. So, sorry about that. . . but hear this: it still doesn’t make a dog anything like a kid.
I don’t even have kids. I’ve had dogs since I was 1 years old and I have two now. Two dogs that my wife and I enjoy very much, but they’re not kids. My dog isn’t worth the pinky toe on the actual boy who lives next door to me.