Your dog waits for hours for you to come home. When he needs to go to the bathroom, he has to wait for you to tie his neck up and walk him. His diet consists of dry carbs and water. You chopped his balls off when he was young and every 6 months since, you take him to that same stressful environment. He sleeps on the ground, or else, on a small circle of foam. And he loves you more than you could know.
Boys and girls, your homework assignment is to dedicate at least one session to your dog. Get high and spend time with him. Hug him. Feed him cheese sticks. Give him a piggy back ride. Tell him he’s beautiful and that he means the world to you. Because, when your dog dies like mine did yesterday, you want to be filled with joyous memories and love. Not regret. Believe me, it hurts.