When I was a kid animals were torured and cloroformed. They had no value and the mother was always in control of who lived or died. Puppies, kittens, you name it. Today an angora died from the poops and probably because I have been unable to care for them because of my depression and have been having my daughter do it. I feel like I took a life from my neglect and inability to care for these wondeful little creatures. I want to punish myself. It sucks to be in charge of life. I can't do it anymore. No more people dying, no more animals. I am so overwhelmed.