Uh oh Bro

OHHHHHHHHH

Okie dis is a story that was made during a 5 min free time lap so if there are any spelling mistakes i apologize in advanceeeee

I don't like to talk about this much....it's something that has scared me...something that makes me want to kill myself...I had a dog...HIS name was Pepe, and no it was not named after Pepe the frog...a random lady gave Pepe to us...he was named after that pervert skunk on Looney Toons. ANYWAYS pepe was a good dog, he knew how to sit and stuff but he wouldn't listen. ANYWAYS after three years of having him I decided to buy him a sweater since it was starting to get really cold... I mean he was fat and stuff so that would keep him warm but he would look cute...I thought. Pepe liked to leave the yard alot and wander. So I didn't think much of it when he didn't come back after a night of wondering. Pepe looked cute in the sweater, all fat and fat. At 1:00 in the afternoon I decided it was time to let him out....he happily pranced out with a wag in his tail....When be came back the next day his sweater was gone...again I thought that maybe someone stole it or he got into a fight with another dog or something. But then it happened again after u bought him another sweater! Then one night I confronted him about it, since he is a dog he can't really answer...instead he ran out the open door. I never seen him again. He ran away. Or so I thought. I later found out that Pepe was gambling his sweaters. He wanted to pay me back so he gambled his body...he lost. I will never forgive myself for making him feel bad and leading him to gambling his body...he didn't deserve that. So every time I hear the word Pepe it triggers me.

the following photos are images of Pepe...I have to warn you though they are a bit graphic.

Plz...ENOUGH IF THIS. I AM GLAD HE RAN AWAY FCK HIM.

R.I.P Pepe. We don't miss you, you piece of trash <3