it was a wandering dog covered in mud being ignored by everybody in the middle of a busy road while i was going to get some coffee, i checked the collar and it had a number and i drove it to the owner, it ran away in the middle of the night

i just returned home from getting the back seats cleaned up from the mud that River (the dog’s name) left while he was chilling back there and i really don’t feel anything about returning him to the owner. i feel happy for him being reunited with the owner if i think about it, but there’s no like fluttering feeling in my chest at having done this good deed i just feel as empty as i felt when i woke up this morning, there’s no change in mood there’s absolutely nothing different, i might as well have gone down to the bank or something

is this bad? i understand that what i did was good and i will never stop doing good things for other people but it doesn’t make me feel anything. but if i don’t care does it really matter in the end?