I just think...I love my dog more than anything alive on this earth. He's 8 years old now. I've never yelled at him or put my needs ahead of his. He's as pure as a child and if something goes wrong it's my damn fault. When he's sick I feel terrible and do everything I can to make him better and am constantly saying "I'm sorry you don't feel well."

This is a huge contrast to how my parents raised me. They were always looking for someone to blame, mostly myself, for not being healthy. Sick fucks. They always used my poor health as an excuse for not achieving what they thought they should. Didn't matter that I got sick at age 14, started driving myself to doctors appointments and figuring everything else out on my own 2 years later.