Today is a saddening day for me. I have put down my dog.

This bot is for those who love/lost animals, or their pets.

His name was Oso meaning Bear, and he was 15-16 years old.

He was my best friend, nonetheless. I'd gladly have died for him and spent another decade and a half with him.

He was old, hurting, in pain and needed to rest.

At first, I felt numb and as if I couldn't cry. I couldn't cry but whenever I saw his body full of sedatives, I knew my best friend was finally getting his best sleep ever.

I regret that he wasn't comfortable and able to pass away peacefully, but he was instead full of pain.

It was hard to carry his body and bury him, but I did. As soon as another person cried (my mother), I knew I'd be okay.

I'd mourn my dog in my own way, but never destructive. I know he'd want me to pick myself up and keep walking despite the pain, just like he did.

For those who lost a pet, I am sorry and know they are waiting for you in Heaven.

For those suicidal, or depressed, I am here for you and rooting for you even when I can't root for myself.

Funnily enough, my name is Jason.

He died on Friday the 13th, on a character named Jason.

He was a beautiful Maltese boy.

I love you, Oso. Till we meet again.