That my dog saved my life. When I was 14 I was pretty depressed, and after a particularly difficult day at school (I was not exactly popular) I grabbed some rope from my garage and planned on hanging myself. I started getting it set up, but my dog came running in and wanted to play tug of war with the rope.

If he didn’t do that, I wouldn’t be here today. It’s hard for me to type this because I’m putting him down in a few minutes. He has been living in pain for a long time and has reached the end of his life. I’m crying really f*****g hard right now but I know it’s the right thing to do.