My day has been absolutely a nightmare. First I have had really bad allergy symptoms since I woke up, so I've been hacking all day.
Then, my 6 month old puppy got into our backyard and killed our two ducks. I called my dad and he got angry and threatened to abandon the dog in the desert.
I really hope he's not serious about that but I don't think I can live with the guilt that I hadn't checked on Cash (the puppy) to make sure he was brought inside.
And the worst part is that I don't think my dad took into consideration how hurtful it was that he said that to me.
Cash has been the best thing that's happened this decade, and my mental health has gone down a horrible path, and Cash has helped a lot. I don't know what I would do without him, and the guilt of thinking it was my fault would be a lot on me, aside from my toxic-ass parents and my school life which was already stressful.

It hurts to think that my little baby Cash, who is sleeping peacefully on his ottoman, could end up alone in the desert, and I can't imagine a life without him.