>be me, lifelong animal lover
>went veg as kid from empathy
>develop a vore fetish in early teens
>get a circle of life realization in adulthood
>now fantasize about cooking/eating/consuming my dog after natural death from old age
>arousal from 'forever part of me'
>I'll be garden compost whatever I can't process including my own waste material

Is it possible for me to stop thinking about how long until my dog dies? It's a bittersweet thing. A flutter in my chest, salivating in my mouth, and a tightening in my pants at the idea she'll forever be apart of me.