>>717639153
When my grandmother’s dog died because prior I lied to myself about the mediocrity that was my life at the time, deluding myself into thinking that it was actually all fine while not realizing how important he actually was to me.
His death wasn’t a downhill slope really, it just made me realize that I never tried climbing at all in the first place. The light that was always there to keep away the darkness of the abyss, and I only learned to truly appreciate it when he was gone. Still I was in Hell, and I had to learn how to climb with his memory to get out of there.