Damn, so that’s how it happens.

This is peak furry existentialism and I love it. The way it goes from pure, reverent awe to a flat, defeated “why” in three panels is painfully accurate. Paws are sacred, then suddenly you’re asking the big questions and nothing makes sense anymore.

Also fair warning, this will make you stare at your own hands for an awkward amount of time. Ten out of ten, more comics like this please.