Just to point something out here, you say you quit when the dog gets sick.
Um, sometimes they don’t die. Sometimes the writing on the wall isn’t the message folks thought it was.
Switching from dog to people, I was just recently reading 50 Acres and a Poodle, an excellent nonfiction book in which the poodle doesn’t die, although he does have an encounter with the UPS truck in the middle of his joy circles around it that dazes him for a bit. But going through this excellent read, I was enjoying her style thoroughly when I ran into the fact that the man, whom I really liked, discovered that he had a colon mass. Very large, near obstructing. In for colon surgery and resection. Docs almost positive it’s cancer even before final pathology is back. Several depressing moments and scenes describing the narrator’s thoughts as she faces her man having cancer, the shock, denial, unfairness, etc., etc. I hate cancer books myself and don’t like reading about people’s struggles with it. I did consider stopping reading several times, but I kicked on, as this one had been so good until he got cancer. And then . . .
It’s benign. This HUGE mass which has been the subject of 30 pages of angst is benign. The docs were flabbergasted; it had looked unquestionably malignant. The scene in which they get the report is one of the most wonderful in the book, all full of joy and ladybugs (literally full of ladybugs :)).
I’m very glad that I didn’t stop reading. And it wasn’t a cancer book after all.
I would have missed the ending of a wonderful, uplifting story.
Your choice not to read dog death books, of course, but you might ask around and make absolutely sure they are before you quit on one.
P.S. Warning in the interests of full disclosure: Her cat is sick, declines, and is finally euthed.