About 4 years ago my sister went through an awful breakup. I go to University, so I was only home 1-2x a month. I wasn't planning on coming home, but did anway. I knew she was having relationship problems, but I didn't know it hit her that hard. After being home for a couple hours, she walked in balling with a towel around her hand. I remember her walking upstairs and telling me to make sure I take care of her dog and to not bother her. As she was talking, I realized that there was a gun in the towel. Without mentioning the gun, or anything about the decision she was about to make (the decision I thought she was going to be making), I started to talk about how her dog loves her so much (I don't remember in great detail, since in my head I was in panic mode). I just explained how I notice the sudden emotions the dog shows when she is around and how little emotion the dog shows when my sister isn't around. I went on explaining how much of an impact she has made on her dog and the good things she has done for the dog. In other words, it was the love my sister had for her dog that saved her from committing suicide. It amazes me how much a pet can do for someone.