Came home tonight to find our new puppy dead. It’s my mother’s fault, I swear it. I told her not to tie him near the terrace steps because he could jump off the side and hang himself, but she said it’s okay because his leash is extra long and it’s better because he could go down to the garden and poop on the grass. The leash got tangled in the protruding rocks in the landscaping before he fell/jumped off, so he hanged himself. I was looking forward to going home because I bought him a new collar at the mall today, but I ended up having to pull his stiff body up by his leash. It was horrible. This is why I don’t like getting attached to anything and anyone. They all leave at one point and you’re left feeling like shit.