My little monster lost an eye :'c The sadness is real.
If this one isn't sad enough, you have no soul.
JIm and his dog, Rover, were shipwrecked and had drifted for two days before landing on a small, deserted island. They had water to drink but nothing to eat. They grew hungrier and hungrier, and Jim said, "I'm sorry, little Buddy. It's gotta be like this."
So he belted the dog over the head with a rock and cooked him over a camp fire. As he sat there, licking the last of the meat from the bones he was filled with remorse. "It's a crying shame," he thought. "Rover would have loved these bones."