This one isn’t depressing to me. Like yeah, sad for the dog, but it’s actually a kinda uplifting message. The “second death” thing is actually something gives me comfort.

Every so often I tell my pets, who are no longer with us, that I still love them and always will.

One of my cats had two little plush toys she loved cuddling with. She was cremated with one, and I keep the other on my desk - it’s a nice reminder to just how awesome she was.

On my very sad days I just try to remember that they wouldn’t want me to be sad. They would do everything in their power to make me feel better when I was feeling low, and the thought that my dishevelled state would cause them such grief if they were here is enough to make me have a better perspective.
It is okay to cry when it’s needed too, though.