Life Sucks

To Everyone
Yesterday late afternoon my dog died. His name is/was Midnight, a 30-35 pound black mut with a white "moon" on his chest and white "stars" on his chin and the bottoms of all four of his paws. According to the vet his health was failing and had maybe a month left to live in misery. We didn't know anything was wrong until the last week, and so with a heavy heart the decision was made to put him down. Midnight had been my near constant companion for 16 years now, and I'm not sure if I could live without him. I remember the day my family picked him up at the Humane Society like it was yesterday. He was the only puppy there that was on his hind legs scratching at the window and the moment I saw him I knew he was meant to be in my life. My parents wanted an older dog or a cat but I wouldn't give in.
Last night I couldn't sleep and when I did I had nightmares about my dog Midnight. If God or Princess Luna is real and is out there, please help me. I don't know how to move on with life and I hate to say but I'm considering suicide. My real name is Peter John Monitor.

Farewell, until next time
Treasurehunter20