I love my dog. Among the worst time of day for me is that moment when I get into bed and my head is about to hit the pillow. That is when I know I will have time to contemplate all of the things that went wrong during the day, during my life, and meditate upon . . . suicide. How to commit suicide.
It is at these times, particularly Lana is an indispensable friend to me. I call her, 'Dog!, and she lays down beside the head of my bed, licking my ear first. , I tussle her hair, playing with her feet, sometimes prying her mouth open and pulling on her tongue, and in this way I fall asleep without thinking first about how dire my condition is.
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