
theebabybelle
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- May 20, 2021
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First time poster, long time lurker.
I was sexually abused by my brother and emotionally abused by my parents so for as long as I can remember, I've been suicidal. I've had many attempts to CTB throughout my life, but all of these attempts were always impulsive, never planned out. A year ago, I was diagnosed with BPD, which isn't surprising at all - I am basically the "poster child"/adult for this disorder.
In June of 2020, along with my diagnosis, I decided that I was really going to fight my depression and so, along with the appropriate therapy for BPD, I got a dog. This had been my life long dream, and couple weeks later he was here.
When my dog came into my life, he made everything better. He gave me purpose: daily activities and walks outside, another life to look after, to cherish… and a future to look forward to with him. I still had suicidal thoughts, but my desire to be by my dog's side always took over. I struggle a lot with abandonment issues (bpd symptom) and I've just always felt so disposable to the people in my life – I would have never in a million years passed that feeling on to my dog. He was my everything.
Before my dog, I felt so empty inside and desperately longed for an intensely close bond with someone else (another bpd symptom). I just wanted to know what it felt like to be loved unconditionally and without a doubt. My dog gave me that. He loved me unconditionally and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he did. It was a love that felt so peaceful for once. I loved him back just the same. He went everywhere with me. Taking care of him never felt like a chore, it just made me happy. He even helped me be a better friend to the people in my life because I wasn't so focused on my pain anymore. The big black hole that I had lived with my entire life, that had consumed me from the inside, was gone. Really.
A week ago, I was at my mom's house with my dog. She bought this house a year ago, around the same time that I got my dog. Little did we know that the previous owners had left a very deadly and effective rat poison (alpha chloralose) under the different appliances. This time my dog managed to sneak under the oven and started chewing on the rat poison. Because I'm always paying attention to him, in a matter of minutes I had gotten him back and took him straight to the vet just across the street from my mom's house. After being in intensive care for almost 48h, he died…
I can't cope with his loss. I don't want to accept that he is gone. I haven't left my room since his passing because I don't want to accept that the world keeps turning without him. In my room, time is at a standstill. I've left all his things just the way they are. His little bed at the feet of my bed, his bowl filled with water in the kitchen, his leash hanging on the coat rack by the door. I don't want to go back to the shell of a person that I was before him. Thinking about getting another dog feels like such a huge betrayal to my dog. I feel like this is a sign from the universe that I need to die and I can never be happy, because whatever makes me happy will be taken away from me… He was my baby. He was only 15 months old.
I've ordered my SN and waiting for it to arrive. I want to CTB and hopefully be reunited with my dog.
TLDR: My one-year-old dog who saved me from my depression died suddenly from eating rat poison. I can't cope and I've been planning to CTB with SN.
I was sexually abused by my brother and emotionally abused by my parents so for as long as I can remember, I've been suicidal. I've had many attempts to CTB throughout my life, but all of these attempts were always impulsive, never planned out. A year ago, I was diagnosed with BPD, which isn't surprising at all - I am basically the "poster child"/adult for this disorder.
In June of 2020, along with my diagnosis, I decided that I was really going to fight my depression and so, along with the appropriate therapy for BPD, I got a dog. This had been my life long dream, and couple weeks later he was here.
When my dog came into my life, he made everything better. He gave me purpose: daily activities and walks outside, another life to look after, to cherish… and a future to look forward to with him. I still had suicidal thoughts, but my desire to be by my dog's side always took over. I struggle a lot with abandonment issues (bpd symptom) and I've just always felt so disposable to the people in my life – I would have never in a million years passed that feeling on to my dog. He was my everything.
Before my dog, I felt so empty inside and desperately longed for an intensely close bond with someone else (another bpd symptom). I just wanted to know what it felt like to be loved unconditionally and without a doubt. My dog gave me that. He loved me unconditionally and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he did. It was a love that felt so peaceful for once. I loved him back just the same. He went everywhere with me. Taking care of him never felt like a chore, it just made me happy. He even helped me be a better friend to the people in my life because I wasn't so focused on my pain anymore. The big black hole that I had lived with my entire life, that had consumed me from the inside, was gone. Really.
A week ago, I was at my mom's house with my dog. She bought this house a year ago, around the same time that I got my dog. Little did we know that the previous owners had left a very deadly and effective rat poison (alpha chloralose) under the different appliances. This time my dog managed to sneak under the oven and started chewing on the rat poison. Because I'm always paying attention to him, in a matter of minutes I had gotten him back and took him straight to the vet just across the street from my mom's house. After being in intensive care for almost 48h, he died…
I can't cope with his loss. I don't want to accept that he is gone. I haven't left my room since his passing because I don't want to accept that the world keeps turning without him. In my room, time is at a standstill. I've left all his things just the way they are. His little bed at the feet of my bed, his bowl filled with water in the kitchen, his leash hanging on the coat rack by the door. I don't want to go back to the shell of a person that I was before him. Thinking about getting another dog feels like such a huge betrayal to my dog. I feel like this is a sign from the universe that I need to die and I can never be happy, because whatever makes me happy will be taken away from me… He was my baby. He was only 15 months old.
I've ordered my SN and waiting for it to arrive. I want to CTB and hopefully be reunited with my dog.
TLDR: My one-year-old dog who saved me from my depression died suddenly from eating rat poison. I can't cope and I've been planning to CTB with SN.