There are days that I am only still alive because of my dog. She is super reactive, hates small children and other dogs, dislikes random people for no apparent reason, and barks all the time. I haven’t slept through the night in years because of her, I can’t take her for walks as there are always dogs or kids out, and even my kids don’t like her.
I can’t die, because nobody else will take my dog if I do. I can’t die because if I am gone, she will be put down most likely. I can’t die, because I have to live for her.
My kids don’t need me anymore. In fact, it would financially benefit them both if I was no longer living.
My friends obviously do quite well without me around 99% of the time, and they would quickly get over that 1% they might miss me.
My job would definitely replace me before my obituary hit the paper (do they even print obituaries anymore?)
I might dare to say there would be many who would be glad to hear of my passing.
But my dog needs me. And as long as I have a crazy ass dog who the rest of the world hates, but I love with all of my being, I’m not going anywhere, at least not intentionally.
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