“When I was fifteen, we had a family dog that was a puppy when I was in my infancy. So you can imagine how close I was to the animal at the tender age. My Father forced me to kill the dog using a shotgun. I unfortunately committed this task, but in doing so missed most of the dog. He suffered for many moments in front of me. It was my brother who finally laid him to rest. I saw a school psychiatrist briefly after the event, stated: “Every time you have dark feelings or thoughts, write them down.” So here I am.”