After my first dog when I was 3 I never wanted another dog because I knew it would have to die one day or it could get sick. After a stay in the hospital recently I decided to get a dog as means of choosing life because I would have to take care of it and I wouldn’t kill myself and leave the dog alone. The dog turned out to have a genetic disease that requires expensive vet and medicine costs monthly for the rest of its life. This is on top of the $4,000 vet bill that I paid for it’s emergency stay. My biggest fear was that it would get sick and it came true. I feel like my life is a fucking joke because I can’t even have a dog. I’m gonna have to give him away or put him down if no one takes him in. That’s why I hate therapy because life can always get worse and you’d have no say. I can’t even die because I live with roommates and who’d want to take over the dead persons sublease not to mention the toll on them