My Pets Saved My Life
I would have committed suicide if it wasn't for my pets. All my life for as long as I can remember I have been bullied and put down by my dad and my peers at school. The worst was my dad as he would call me fat, lazy, slob, useless, clueless, ungrateful, and anything else you can think of and he is the same way with my mom. The drinking didn't help, he is an alcoholic and when he drinks it is a name-calling, loud, yelling war zone. Having to live with him and in this hostile environment I developed chronic low self-esteem and depression. I did not want help because I thought I would be labeled a freak and draw more negative attention to myself in school. To deal with the sorrow and feelings of worthlessness and so on I cut and now have scars that will never go away. So I suffered in silence, that is til I adopted my cat, The King. He gave me something to live for, someone who needed me and loved me and didn't judge or put me down. I felt like I could talk to my cat and he would just listen and be there for me. Every time I picked up a bottle of pills, knife, rope or thought of crashing my car I pictured his face and wondered how he'd survive without me. I know I will not be able to survive without him. Then we got a dog and that doubled my feelings. Instead of just one creature who loves and needs me, I now have two wonderful pets who, everyday are always happy to be around me and make everyday unbearable day around my dad more bearable and both are the reasons I haven't committed suicide. They are my little furry guardian angels, my lifesavers!