Is it normal to have more emotional response to an animal suffering than to a human? /u/makaveri No such thing as stupid questions

I’m not comparing to heavy human abuse with cruelty, or torture, or some horrific diabolic straight from cartel psycho shit.

I was watching a cop show. Dudes die there all the time. Gangbangers, junkies, bystanders, homeless, car crash, whatever. Shit happens. Like (making it up) mother drives, gets t-boned, she survives, kid dead. All on the screen for me to see. Sad, while taking a bite. Next episode. Forgot the kid completely.

Then, a little shit, diving fast in a neighborhood (not making up), cops get there, dude is fighting with someone who lives there. People gathered 50ft away. They go check it out. A dog. Stray. German shepherd looking. On the ground. Alive. Can’t move. Suffering. Got hit by the little shit. Animal control 2 hours out. Cop wants to take the dog on her own to animal hospital. Dog can’t be touched. So fucked it’s only suffering. Me can’t keep fucking tear swirling around from 20 seconds. More suffering. No music by the way to spike the drama feel, at all in the show. So, dog is suffering more, cop says to another cop she can’t do it (they can shoot an animal if it’s suffering). “I got it”, says other cop. Me crying now. Like a bitch. [Me typing now, glassy eyes.]

Next episode. Domestic violence. Child cannot breath. Mother (good) freaking out because father (bad) done some shit to her. 8 yo girl days. Me sad. No tiers. Taking another bite. A big one. Need to wash it down with some water. Yum yum yum. Episode ends. Me thinking of a dog from previous episode. Glassy eyes.

WTF is wrong with me?

Edit: not a vegan or some pussy shit. I eat steaks medium rare. Don’t like pork because of taste. Chicken is ok. Never had any crazy meat like Joe “Elk” Rogan. I eat fish too, and not talking about my gf’s stinky pussy.

I’m not comparing to heavy human abuse with cruelty, or torture, or some horrific diabolic straight from cartel psycho shit.

I was watching a cop show. Dudes die there all the time. Gangbangers, junkies, bystanders, homeless, car crash, whatever. Shit happens. Like (making it up) mother drives, gets t-boned, she survives, kid dead. All on the screen for me to see. Sad, while taking a bite. Next episode. Forgot the kid completely.

Then, a little shit, diving fast in a neighborhood (not making up), cops get there, dude is fighting with someone who lives there. People gathered 50ft away. They go check it out. A dog. Stray. German shepherd looking. On the ground. Alive. Can’t move. Suffering. Got hit by the little shit. Animal control 2 hours out. Cop wants to take the dog on her own to animal hospital. Dog can’t be touched. So fucked it’s only suffering. Me can’t keep fucking tear swirling around from 20 seconds. More suffering. No music by the way to spike the drama feel, at all in the show. So, dog is suffering more, cop says to another cop she can’t do it (they can shoot an animal if it’s suffering). “I got it”, says other cop. Me crying now. Like a bitch. [Me typing now, glassy eyes.]

Next episode. Domestic violence. Child cannot breath. Mother (good) freaking out because father (bad) done some shit to her. 8 yo girl days. Me sad. No tiers. Taking another bite. A big one. Need to wash it down with some water. Yum yum yum. Episode ends. Me thinking of a dog from previous episode. Glassy eyes.

WTF is wrong with me?

Edit: not a vegan or some pussy shit. I eat steaks medium rare. Don’t like pork because of taste. Chicken is ok. Never had any crazy meat like Joe “Elk” Rogan. I eat fish too, and not talking about my gf’s stinky pussy.