I need to get this off my chest. I've had a dog for about 3 or 4 years. I loved this dog very much. It was just like my child. But then whenever I would pet another dog, this one would get extremely jealous. I couldn't bear to keep it, but as attached as it was, I knew it wouldn't be happy to be with anyone else. I had to visit a friend for a week and while I was away, it didn't eat for 4 days. One night I couldn't take it any more. I gave it a bunch of pills mixed with something else. It was like a bad dream. I couldn't stop my hands from doing what they were doing. By the time we got to the vet, it was too late. I feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo guilty. It was my baby. It was so stoned that it mercifully didn't feel much of anything. I admit I have mental problems. I can't believe what I did to it. I blame myself but no one knows what I did. I can't admit to it. I'm so ashamed and didn't know any other place to tell. I'd give anything to have it back, but things didn't turn out that way. I am not going back in here. I don't know or care what you will say to me. It can't be any worse than what I have already said to myself. I hate myself and wish I could have taken all the effects. Can't change things. Lord knows I would if I could. I know there will be some in here that will tear me apart limb from virtual limb for doing something like that. Understand, I will NEVER do that again. If I ever get that bad again, I will leave the apartment for a few hours. I PROMISE. If you are reading this not understanding how someone could do this to "their baby", that makes two of us. I don't want to think about it anymore. I ask forgiveness to my dog a million times a day. I will go on rescuing unwanted dogs and try to give them the love that my baby is missing out on.