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W11111
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- Mar 19, 2025
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Two weeks ago my dog died after being around for about half my life. I miss him so much and feel so lost. I have long told myself I had to wait until he passed before I could, and so now that he is actually gone I feel that much closer to giving up. I wish I could go. When he was put down I had a vet come to the house and administer a sedative and then a dose of pentobarbital. I oddly feel jealous. pentobarbital was what I had planned to take about 2 years ago and then I lost my ability to access it. I wish I could have the same passing as my dog, peacefully, easily and in my own home. I hate this. I feel trapped on Earth and I am so so sick of doing this.