Three years ago my dog spot killed himself. I woke up one morning saw he was not sleeping at the foot of my bed. I went down stairs and… there he was, hanging from the kitchen fan by his own leash, he hung himself. I could not believe it, I started crying he was gone. He left a note, that was it, all that was left.

Dear family,
I told you at least ten fucking times to get me Purina dog chow, the shit you are buying me is fucking nasty and I cannot continue life. I hope one of these nights the neighbors annoying ass cat contracts rabbies and gets in and infects you all, I hope you all have a painful fucking death. Please do not make me a fucking grave, the thought of my body even being on the same planet with you makes me sick, please burn me and my chew toy. 
Love, Spot.

I blame myself, I should have just bought Purina, and now he’s gone. He was my best friend, now he is just a charred corpse in a pillow case in the yard. I have been thinking about a lot and.. I think I might kill myself to be with him again.