When getting all depressed about my sad, shitty life I realized that my dog will be lucky to live another 4 years and he doesn't act like a little bitch about it.

Here's a pic of my best buddy Butters. Shits just been tough for years now, drowning in debt, struggling to make it paycheck to paycheck, taking any kind of work I can get but no one's interested in giving me a full time job, my wife doesn't seem to love me anymore, and I'm sinking back into depression. But I'm really lucky to have a great dog in my life, he's been an awesome friend so maybe I'll concentrate on making his life a little better and go hike the Appalachian Trail or something, anyone else interested in a long walk in the woods?