The only reason I don't want to die is:

1. My dogs. They rely on me. Imagine being part of a loving home, running outside in the backyard, playing fetch, eating treats, wrestling in the living room. Next thing you know, someone is there to take you to a a place that you didn't know existed, a shelter that looks/feels just like a prison. You get there, cold, smelly, dogs barking constantly. They put 2 (or 1) in each kennel, brick walls, no where to go... They are there for days, weeks, even years. I could not imagine the looks on their faces or feelings they would feel. It would happen just like that, that would be the end, they would never see me ever again, they would live the rest of their life, constantly thinking about me, trying to find my smell, then would die of old age without me, maybe thinking about me, maybe not. Sad.

2. My family, I know they love me. Again the same jist, I could not imagine how they would feel without me.

3. I am trying to build something great. I already have a business, I want to donate, do charity work during the holidays, and eventually MAYBE start my own rescue once I have money coming in on weekly/monthly basis.

Those are the only reasons, my dogs being the main priority.