I pulled a piece of chicken out of my dog's throat. She would've been outta here if it wasn't for me.
She owes me, I can't believe I stuck my fingers down her slimy throat.
That don't count, the hell you doing giving a dog chicken?
Anyway, I saved the life of an ex of mine.
We were together for about a year out in San Diego, broke up but remained cool. When I moved to DC we still kept in touch.
Somehow she called at 3 am on one of the few sober Saturday nights I had back then. I answe the phone like
wtf callin at this time. She's crying and drunk off vodka telling me how her life went to shyt and all the bad things that have happened to her and how her friends bailed on her and stuff.
The day before she evidently bought a gun, I remember her saying it was a chrome revolver and I still remember the terrifying sound of her cocking and uncorking the hammer. How easy it would be to end all her pain if she just put it in her mouth and pulled the trigger.
At this point I'm wide awake and freaking the fukk out and barely holding it together myself. At one point she tells me to hold on and I pretty much lost it cause I just knew I was gonna hear her end her life. I'm begging her not to put the phone down but she does anyway. She was only gone a few seconds but it was the biggest relief of my life.
We ended up staying on the phone for over 4 hours, the sun as up when we finally hang up. She called back a few hours later when she sobered up. She thanked for staying on the phone nd saving her life. She said she would have done it if I didn't answer the phone because I was the last person she had left she felt she could talk to.
We kept in touch for almost a year after that then we drifted apart because of the distance. I still think about her every now and then and wonder if she's still alive.